And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you. I loafe and invite my soul…
This hour I tell things in confidence,
I might not tell everybody, but I will tell you…
I am the poet of the woman the same as the man,
And I say it is as great to be a woman as to be a man,
And I say there is nothing greater than the mother of men.
Welcome to Song of Herself beautiful…or handsome…or whatever it is you’d liked to be called darling! Brace yourself for the random musings and mutterings of a brown girl completely in love with life and good music, so much good music.Is it just me (I don’t think so) or are all grownups really just big kids who are trying to figure out how best to live out their childhood dreams? Don’t we all really just want to be superheroes with our very own super powers? Well, I decided while reading Zora Neale Hurston’s Their Eyes Were Watching God in Mrs. Banks seventh grade English class at Kenwood Academy that I wanted to be a writer. Anyone who could literally transport you to another time and space inhabited by people and filled with sights and sounds different than the ones you were accustomed to by using words alone was definitely a superhero in my book! It was settled; I was going to be a superhero because I was going to be a writer.
And as far as super powers go, being able to fly was nice. Having the ability to become invisible at command was cool. To have the power to use the earth’s elements, wind, fire, rain, etc, as weapons might be exciting. BUT, what I really reallywanted was to have the ability to have my own theme music for life, my very own personal soundtrack. You know how in the movies as different story lines are playing out how they seem to match up the perfect song for every scenario? I wanted that! When the boys in my neighborhood swore they were faster than me and forced me to challenge them to a race, I wanted to be able to walk off after leaving them in the dust with Michael Jackson’s “Who’s Bad” playing in the background. When I wanted to dress myself in what I thought was fly instead of what moms had lain out for school and she’d insist I take my dopeness off and put on drabness instead, I wanted “Parents Just Don’t Understand” to knock hard from the heavens. How cool would that be, right?!Well, Song of Herself is the outlet I give to the little brown girl who dreamt of changing the world with words (who I still very much am) to realize her superhero fantasies. And while I’ve never been able to really master the soundtrack superhero thing in real life, I’ll do my best to do so here.