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Grann-fiy
Granddaughter



We are writing and dancing our future.

The granddaughter is here but what is her name? 

Who is she?

What is her dance? 

She is both person and spirit.

Her body a passage for spirit. 




She has

            an earthy temperature

            pride and freedom in her movements

            passion and extroversion

            openness

            gentleness

            independence--Can Wang

Her

home is body

body is home

home (is body) feels like Bamboula like Bomba like Jure like LaLa like Zydeco

like Kongo like Mali like Senegal like Gambia

like rhythm like stomp like clap like sing like hum like pray like dance nonstop

they shift they move they bubble they boil they bump they touch

they touch they touch they touch

they reach

who



                            She is

                                        depths of the ocean--Annie Corrao

                                        genealogy manifest

                            the recipe--Arabia Richardson

                            the map

                            the guide

                            guide




I am writing. But it is already written. The seeds planted in 2014, in 1990, in 1989, in times unknown, blossom, to fruition, today and tomorrow. The Temne to the Ganga. Big Africa to the other Africas--in Cuba, Brazil, Haiti, Louisiana, and in our hearts. Our hearts. Our hearts. Our bodies. Our minds. Our spirits. Our souls. Our soles. Our feet. Our toes. We dance on the ground barefoot just to feel them. Digging heels. To acknowledge them. We thank them. The seeds. The roots. The ancestors. To remember them. An unforgotten remembrance. A live archive, living, danced and felt. An unending history dripping and leaking and flooding into the next. What does it mean when we get chills? We know.
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