This is who I am

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Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, United States
I am a Muslim,a poetess,a wife, a mother,a Nana of 9 special grandpeople,a daughter, a sister, an aunt, a great aunt, a sista, a friend. I have decided to write when I want to and to do any other thing that I want to so long as it does not infringe upon the rights of others or more importantly, as long as it does not go against Allaah's Commandments in His Book, the Noble Quran. I believe that I have paid some dues and that since I am in middle life ( and Allaah knows best) that my choices have to be mine alone. I dont seek fame and fortune, all I want to do is live this life to the fullest extent and enjoy my PEACE, SERENITY,SOLACE and my SPACE. I thank my Creator for giving me all that I have and for His blessing upon me and my family. He is Amazing, Wonderful and Merciful. I am very grateful.

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Expressively Expressed Expressions
Black Calla Lily

The beauty and the peace of a garden

welcome to black calla lily's poem garden

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I am happy that you have decided to come and sit with me. My intention here is to share my words from my center with you. These are words that I write to watch them flow from my pen, watch them dance across my pages and to feel their power as they convey what is in my heart. I chew sweet gum and think sweet thoughts.

I started writing poetry when I was in 5th grade. A kind and gentle teacher told me that it was okay to express myself in this way. I kept a lock and key diary, but I soon gave it up because people would read it without my permission. Nothing was sacred and special for me anymore or anywhere. I began to keep the poems and thoughts in my head. One day my head exploded and all of those words left me. They were replaced with what you will read here. There will be some love, some pain, some fun, some horror, some light and some darkness. Whatever it is, it is mine.

I share it because I have to. Today writing my words keeps me free. I have learned how to use them expressly for that purpose. The release that I feel from these expressions is indescribable. You may not feel it but you will feel my excitement about it. Read them and you will see.


I have found my voice. This is a delicious feeling. Delicious like gourmet milk chocolate melting slowly on my tongue. LOL. Really.


Please feel free to leave comments. Thank you for your support. I truly appreciate it.

Lovingly ,


~~~ Black Calla Lily~~~



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*** Bright sunshine and silver moonbeams to you ***



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~~SHE FORGOT - for my 'G' Grand Diva

on Monday, March 15, 2010



( this is for my beloved Grandmother aka "G'. Gone but never forgotten)


Her only crime was that SHE FORGOT
Eighty was not easy for her. SHE FORGOT

She told me how it felt: " Its like walking down a road and you come to a huge hole in the ground. You know that it's a hole but you cant remember how to get around it to keep on with your journey. So you stand there stuck..looking..just standing there. It never occurs to you to go around it, or over it, or anything. You simple DONT REMEMBER what to do next, but the "Hole in the ground" episodes are frequent, more than I would like to admit "

SHE FORGETS...

and after having been alive for at least 80 years and REMEMBERING, and putting things in good order, and simply living...dealing with her own issues of being a WOMAN, a Black WOMAN in an era that had little room for Black WOMEN and their issues -- a GOOD BLACK WOMAN, a wife, a mother, a daughter,a sister,a grandmother, a great-grandmother; each role with its own LIFETIME set of ISSUES...

It became criminal when she began to FORGET.

FORGET to eat....FORGET to keep her clothes on..FORGET to go to the toilet...FORGET...to put on the other shoe..FORGET that paper money in her hand or photographs of people who have shared her life, are not tissue paper to be torn to shreds...FORGET that other people sleep at 1 a.m. or 4 a.m......Her days and nights merge into one..all together into one gray fog or one navy blue funk...

SHE FORGETS...

SHE IS.. a Dignified, Beautiful, Smart and Witty WOMAN.

Somebody's Wife, Mother, Daughter, Sister, Grandmother, Great-GrandMother,
Great-Great Grandmother.

SHE HAS.. by her example shown other family WOMEN how to "BE", what to say, what to wear, how to behave, how to cook,how to blot your lipstick, how to be thankful, how to be a good wife, when to wear dress gloves, how to grow collards and tomatas and how to pray.

I , another FORGETFUL WOMAN

also somebody's Wife, Mother, Daughter, Sister, Grandmother, Aunt, GreatAunt...Wish that I could help her when SHE FORGETS or get her a reprive from her cast away sentence, just because SHE FORGOT. At 80.

Eternally,
Klee ( she swore up and down she couldnt say Khalilah ) :)
I wont ever FORGET HER...

(c) Black Calla Lilly
aka Umm Saalih

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