Join us at Queens Central Library Auditorium for an evening of Jamaican Folk Songs, Poetry and Drumming. Details on flier. Admission free. Bring your drums if you have.

Join us at Queens Central Library Auditorium for an evening of Jamaican Folk Songs, Poetry and Drumming. Details on flier. Admission free. Bring your drums if you have.

Time Immemorial

Time Immemorial

Saw this beautiful, floral sign at Miami International Airport en route to New York.

Saw this beautiful, floral sign at Miami International Airport en route to New York.

Our Glorious Past
There was a time when we walked this earth With such glory such dignity We were in our own land And we were kings and queens, princes and princesses We held our heads high We were noble, a royal nation Ours was a land civilized So civilized we ruled with each other And not over each other There was religious liberty In the land of nobility 'til the raiders came And forced unto us what they call Christianity And our history? We wrote our own history And told our own stories It was as we lived it We gave civilization to this world We gave art, science and literature too But what have we got in return? In return we were robbed We fell into the hands of thieves And they hold today what we had yesterday This exchange was not our plan Why did we become servants, when we were rulers? Why is a stranger now our master?
Remember now our history Way, way beyond slavery Remember now lest we forget Don’t say the Middle Passage Journey was too horrifying and long To remember where we’re coming from And think ourselves as mere descendants of slaves Forgetting the legacy our ancestors gave A culture so rich was to be passed on To Africa’s children, heirs to the many thrones So many kingdoms yet we were not divided The land was ours The food and the resources it provided Medical science and astronomy Were all part of that legacy This is where our roots lie In things noble and dignified We have to go back to our roots Find out for ourselves what is truth We no longer accept your lies Bury them because the truth must rise A civilized nation did not come and find a nation of savages Savages instead came and found a civilized nation And stole what we had for documentation But they could not destroy our oral tradition.
We’ve found what we have lost What was lost was stolen The history of our glorious past We’ve found it And now we reclaim it It’s ours!
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Our Glorious Past

There was a time when we walked this earth
With such glory such dignity
We were in our own land
And we were kings and queens, princes and princesses
We held our heads high
We were noble, a royal nation
Ours was a land civilized
So civilized we ruled with each other
And not over each other
There was religious liberty
In the land of nobility
'til the raiders came
And forced unto us what they call Christianity
And our history?
We wrote our own history
And told our own stories
It was as we lived it
We gave civilization to this world
We gave art, science and literature too
But what have we got in return?
In return we were robbed
We fell into the hands of thieves
And they hold today what we had yesterday
This exchange was not our plan
Why did we become servants, when we were rulers?
Why is a stranger now our master?

Remember now our history
Way, way beyond slavery
Remember now lest we forget
Don’t say the Middle Passage Journey was too horrifying and long
To remember where we’re coming from
And think ourselves as mere descendants of slaves
Forgetting the legacy our ancestors gave
A culture so rich was to be passed on
To Africa’s children, heirs to the many thrones
So many kingdoms yet we were not divided
The land was ours
The food and the resources it provided
Medical science and astronomy
Were all part of that legacy
This is where our roots lie
In things noble and dignified
We have to go back to our roots
Find out for ourselves what is truth
We no longer accept your lies
Bury them because the truth must rise
A civilized nation did not come and find a nation of savages
Savages instead came and found a civilized nation
And stole what we had for documentation
But they could not destroy our oral tradition.

We’ve found what we have lost
What was lost was stolen
The history of our glorious past
We’ve found it
And now we reclaim it
It’s ours!

Copyright ©

Tribute to our Ancestors

I’ll be sharing poetry at this event.

Saturday, June 14          Brooklyn, NY
Ancestors Circle
16th Street & Coney Island Boardwalk
Tribute to our ancestors of the Middle Passage

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The Commute

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I board the iron caterpillar

That meanders through the Big Apple

From Queens to Manhattan to Brooklyn and the Bronx,

It worms its way through the boroughs

Sometimes coming up for air

After it has burrowed itself

Through the heart of the earth,

Then I ascend

From my descent.

© Queen Majeeda 2014

Immigration Irony

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You know, it’s ironic / The great-grandchildren of immigrants don’t want immigrants here.

Those immigrants taking away our jobs, you say / Let them go back to their country! / And when are you going back to yours? / What? I’m American. / You told me you’re Italian / And you, you said you’re Irish / And he said he’s Polish / And you, Russian.

But I was born here. / But your grandmother came from over there / Who told her to go back? / Whose job did she take? / Ah, oh, no – nobody was here at that time. / Don’t get me started the Native Americans were here  I don’t hear them sending anybody back. / Well, immigrants of the past helped build America. / True, some willingly, some by force.

Speaking of that, / Farmers were hiring apple pickers / But no Americans would take the job / So they hired immigrants / So you could eat that apple you just bought.

You know who else is an immigrant? / The guy who fixed your computer, / The woman who did your nails, / And the woman who thread your eyebrows / Oh and the people at the dry cleaners / Where you love to take your clothes / And the guys at the car wash who wash and shine your car / The man at the bodega where you buy your coffee and bagle, / The man at the newsstand where you pick up your morning paper / And the woman you hired to look after you child / And ask her to teach her Spanish. / By the way you know she’s a nurse, right? / She just babysitting ‘til she gets certified.

And Arnold Schwarzenegger, Sophia Vegara, Oscar de la Renta, /  Madeline Albright, Gloria Estefan, Angela Lansbury, Michael J. Fox, / Sophia Loren, Wyclef Jean, Patrick Ewing, Eddie Van Halen, Yao Ming / Are all immigrants. / What you say, send them back too?

And since you love to talk about how immigrants taking away jobs / Here are some immigrants who have created many jobs / Google, AT&T, Goldman Sachs, Ebay, Pfizer, Comcast, Radio Shack, / Kohls, Big Lots, and Yahoo to name a few.

Don’t forget you told me / Your grandmother came here on a ship. / Alright, alright, I get it, / We’re all immigrants. / Except for the Native Americans / And I hear they were traveling from somewhere else too / When they settled in this land.

So it’s really ironic / That the great-grandchildren of immigrants don’t want immigrants here. / Truly strange, the descendants of immigrants don’t want immigrants here.

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© Queen Majeeda 2014

Remembering Maya Angelou
Dr. Maya Angelou, you are one of my greatest inspirations. Your words are quoted on my social media pages from time to time. I still even have a text message of a quote from you that I recently sent to a friend. I was offering your words of wisdom to her. “When people show you who they are believe them the first time,” was the quote I had sent to her, adding, “Maya Angelou said.” I heard you speaking these words to Oprah on the Oprah Winfrey Show a few years ago.
I always remember watching perhaps that same interview with you and your son where he said, “Mother, your faith is like a rock. I can stand on it.” I remember exclaiming out loud, “Wow!” I recently remembered those words and posted them on Twitter. To me that is one of the greatest compliments a son could ever give to his mother. I thought about what he must have witnessed you doing all his life to publicly make a statement like that. Surely, he has seen your faith in action over and over again. His testament of your faith made me want to continue being a woman of faith myself.
Phenomenal Woman resonates in my mind from time to time, as it does with many other women. Just last Friday, I read in the Huffington Post where you canceled your second engagement since April and I thought, ‘I hope Maya is not going to leave us.’ I brushed it off and said, “No, she has an event in July,” and comforted myself and tweeted the article. But, I woke up to the news this morning that it was so. I was sad for a short while but then I remembered you lived your purpose. You shared your talents with us. I realize you have finished your work. I am happy to have been alive at the same time you were because I was able to watch interviews with you while they were being aired the first time and I was able to love and appreciate you as a living legend.
You have been preserved for posterity because of your work. Your books are in my collection, your interviews on OWN with Oprah Winfrey on my DVR, and your words of encouragement and wisdom are in my memory. Now you’re asleep, awaiting the Trumpet’s call. Thank you Maya Angelou for being motherly, sisterly, grandmotherly, friendly and “auntiely” to us. We love you. Thank you for imparting wisdom, kindness, encouragement and love to us through your work. It lives on and you live on in our memories.
QM

Remembering Maya Angelou

Dr. Maya Angelou, you are one of my greatest inspirations. Your words are quoted on my social media pages from time to time. I still even have a text message of a quote from you that I recently sent to a friend. I was offering your words of wisdom to her. “When
people show you who they are believe them the first time,” was the quote I had sent to her, adding, “Maya Angelou said.” I heard you speaking these words to Oprah on the Oprah Winfrey Show a few years ago.

I always remember watching perhaps that same interview with you and your son where he said, “Mother, your faith is like a rock. I can stand on it.” I remember exclaiming out loud, “Wow!” I recently remembered those words and posted them on Twitter. To me that is one of the greatest compliments a son could ever give to his mother. I thought about what he must have witnessed you doing all his life to publicly make a statement like that. Surely, he has seen your faith in action over and over again. His testament of your faith made me want to continue being a woman of faith myself.

Phenomenal Woman resonates in my mind from time to time, as it does with many other women. Just last Friday, I read in the Huffington Post where you canceled your second engagement since April and I thought, ‘I hope Maya is not going to leave us.’ I brushed it off and said, “No, she has an event in July,” and comforted myself and tweeted the article. But, I woke up to the news this morning that it was so. I was sad for a short while but then I remembered you lived your purpose. You shared your talents with us. I realize you have finished your work. I am happy to have been alive at the same time you were because I was able to watch interviews with you while they were being aired the first time and I was able to love and appreciate you as a living legend.

You have been preserved for posterity because of your work. Your books are in my collection, your interviews on OWN with Oprah Winfrey on my DVR, and your words of encouragement and wisdom are in my memory. Now you’re asleep, awaiting the Trumpet’s call. Thank you Maya Angelou for being motherly, sisterly, grandmotherly, friendly and “auntiely” to us. We love you. Thank you for imparting wisdom, kindness, encouragement and love to us through your work. It lives on and you live on in our memories.

QM

Poet / Writer / Mother who records, performs and publishes her poems, as well as conducts poetry and writing workshops. She lives in New York and is the blessed mom of a high spirited toddler.
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