Saturday, June 25, 2016

How to Love a Thinking Woman, a poem by Marvin X, from Land of My Daughters, Black Bird Press

How to Love a Thinking Woman
Marvin X

Make love to her mind
Treasure that she has a mind
Precious and whole, holy
Up from slavery
from negrocities
Of every kind
Low life, rot gut, rat level
let her know
Lick her all over

thrill her with original thoughts/actions
Be revolutionary, radical, bodacious
Stay beyond the common
Have some class about yaself
With the classic lady
Wearing a mind of her own
So you too
Be unusual
Say unusual things
Beyond I love you baby
Pussy and dick kindergarten games
With bling bling on your minus brain brain
Say I love you too
But show it
talk is cheap
Better to show her your love
Or she will think about you and wonder

Say things
She's never heard before
Ihdhina sirata al mustaqim (guide us on the straight path)
Make her laugh til she comes in panties
With serious jokes to get her mind off the world
Never let her figure you out
Be always a mystery
When she figures you out you're through
Don't be that dumb

A thinking woman is not a man
Need not be lesbian or bisexual
but if she is lost and turned out
twisted, mannish, computer down
make her party with you and her girls

If she's really a thinking woman
She wants a man of superior thinking
Not a dummy
Unread, illiterate, ignut nigguh
Who wants her cause she fine
But don't have a clue bout her mind
And never will in a thousand years
So he gets her drawers
And babies come
But he never grows like the babies
And wants her to shut up
Don't think at all
Don't figure him out
Mr. Mystery who ain't no mystery
A very well known type
Easily cast for a B movie
Yet trying to ride first class
Without a ticket
Without a thought of his own
Holding on for dear life
With the thinking woman
Who tells him nightly of world events
He cares nothing about
Or even black art on the wall
He tears down before you call 911
After he punched a hole in the wall
Because he disagreed with your
Independent thought not from the Masjed
Since he's so sunni beyond sunni
Won't be a Shia to save his punk ass life
fundamental islam might  make him the revolutionary man he vows never to be
since he might have to think beyond traditional myth and ritual.
Unless he goes to school somewhere
Besides the ignut barber shop and ignut prison
Although prison is no sin
Unless he makes it his home
And comes out with AIDS
Swearing he ain't gay.
The cellie who sucked his dick was a woman
He swears.

Listen to another thinking woman
Your other girlfriend maybe
Who might have a similar thought
And probably will
About the world
Don't be shocked she has the same thoughts
Your  main woman has
Same spiritual ideas
Actually, they go to the same new thought church,
So yes, they think the same,
Surprised at this double trouble
Or is it double truth
Ain't but one thought, really
You simple minded rappin ass nigguh
Rhyming like you in kindergarten
Real poetry don't rhyme,
I thought you knew

One Mind, One Truth, One Thought
let her know you love her
As she ponders the universe
Don't disturb her quiet moments
In her study
her prayer and meditation
Searching new thought from old truths.
If you know everything she knows
Shut the fuck up and pretend
Learn how to act with the thinking woman

Walk her walk, talk her talk
If you know better, act like she's the genius
She ain't always wrong
And most of the time she right

If you touch her right
Even in her thinking mode
She will scream into the night
And be amazed at the reality of love
How in the hell did you figure out how to
Rock her world?
She had it all together til you came or made her come
As it were
Now her thoughts are all discomposed, shattered like glass

And when you want to beat her
Because her thoughts overlap her lips
Beat her with your mind
Or slap her with your penis even
Across her mouth
She will be amazed at your ingenuity.

We are merely free slaves
One generation away
My grandfather was a cotton picker
My mother was a cotton picker
Even I was a cotton picker
Up from slavery
Never forget the pain of ancestors
Distant and present
The whip, the rape of men and women
The bloody abortion of children
Never forget and always know
We are in the land of murderers
And the children of murderers
Think about it
and never think
This is some heaven on earth
For it is surely hell until
The hour of freedom
Until we think in unity
And rise

Man and woman
In unity
Beyond murder
Beyond hell
Beyond ignorance and fear
Beyond gender hatred
To the region forbidden to all but the true

So climb the mountain together
Man and woman thinking
Into the ripples of the  pond
Climb atop the green hills
Sit by the ancient tree and consider
All the beauty, all the blessings
For all the labor and pain

And in enjoy the wealth
Of your woman's mind
Enjoy the pleasure of her womb
And be true to her and yourself
And welcome each other into the valley of peace
Where the lake of love awaits thinkers
Of every kind
Let the Lord know you know Him and serve Him
Let Him bless you and rain love upon you in His name.
As-Salaam-Alaikum wa rhamatulahi wa barakatuhu.
Peace be unto you and the mercy of Allah and His blessings.

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