About jhayboyd

Fun Person

black mother

(Your presence, mother, is living drama of a race)


Gleaming back beneath the worlds strongest suns

Gleaming backs making fertile with their blood working soft with their sweat the worlds richest soils

Gleaming (ai, the color of those backs…)

Gleaming backs twisted on the torso hanging from the gallows, struck down by Lynch

Gleaming backs (ah, how they gleam, those backs)

Revived with Zumbi, raised up with Toussaint

Gleaming backs, they gleam, drummers of jazz they break, they  break the fetters of the soul escape soul on the wings of music….. of sunlight, of the sun, imortal, fecund and beautiful