Sunni Patterson (Video)



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  • When they read of this moment,
  • they will see how we endure.
  • And they will wonder how we made it,
  • how we could live through such a time
  • and still smile and create and celebrate,
  • even though walls of panic and loss
  • continue to build up around us.
  • So they will shake their heads
  • in astonishment.
  • They will question how we survive
  • without hugs, and second lines,
  • and community gatherings,
  • or they will drum up
  • every conspiracy theory,
  • and most of them will be correct.
  • They will fill the anger of the era,
  • the frustration of the season.
  • They will pick apart the science
  • and discover to their surprise.
  • For there was so much more hidden.
  • This virus was a disguise.
  • They will tremble at the revelation
  • and tears will come to their eyes.
  • For they will see the essence
  • of being in the living and those who died
  • or when they read, they will see,
  • how this time
  • provided a shift in foundation
  • and frequency,
  • how it challenged outdated systems
  • and let go of antiquated beliefs,
  • how we were forced to grow
  • our courage and practice care
  • in the midst of grief,
  • or when they research about these days,
  • from the uprisings to the downfalls.
  • They will unravel the knots,
  • they will connect the dots,
  • and they too will heed the call
  • with dignity and integrity,
  • ancestral wisdom and pride,
  • where creativity and imagination move
  • head and heart into alignment.
  • And they will know
  • because they will feel the power
  • and presence of devotion
  • and will of culture, of spirit,
  • of justice, of light,
  • of oneness, of harmony,
  • of divinity, and insight.
  • Or when they read of this moment,
  • they will see how we endure,
  • and they will
  • still question how we made it,
  • and we will say, Well, how could we not?
  • Yeah.
  • Not my potions, or my spells,
  • not my crawfish, or my crabs,
  • not my brass, or my ass.
  • Ain't none of it for sale.
  • Not my cemetery, or my temple,
  • not my land, or my love,
  • not my plarines, or my huckabucks,
  • ain't none of it for sale.
  • Oh you peeping Toms and Sallys,
  • you Wisconsins and Nebraskas,
  • you thieves and tax collectors.
  • Ain't nothin' over here for sale.
  • Not my theater, or my park,
  • not my music, or my art,
  • not my soul, or my heart.
  • Ain't none of it for sale.
  • Oh you bandits and you conmen,
  • you dumpster divers and hoodlums,
  • keep your eyes off my prize,
  • cause ain't nothin' over here for sale.
  • Not my shotgun, or my cottage,
  • not my ballrooms,
  • not none of my houses,
  • now if you ain't hear it
  • in the last announcement,
  • ain't nothin' over here for sale.
  • Not my nan-nan, or my parrain,
  • not my auntie, or my granny, my papa,
  • not none of my family.
  • I'm telling you,
  • ain't nothin' of mine for sale.
  • Not my sinners, or my saints,
  • not my coulds, not even my can'ts.
  • Don't see the picture,
  • let me grab my paint.
  • Make it pretty, pretty,
  • use proper language,
  • Oh there is nothing
  • over here that's for sale.
  • Not my culture, or my crown,
  • this city has had enough of you clowns,
  • want to build it up, but keep me down,
  • oh anything to make that sale.
  • You want me to give you all I got,
  • you want my window and my pot.
  • Now, Lord knows it ain't a lot,
  • oh but it's mine, and it ain't for sale.
  • I see you don't know me or my kind.
  • My heritage, my history, my line,
  • my dignity, my legacy, my pride.
  • Oh some things just ain't up for buyin'.
  • So while you gentrify and you plot,
  • while you calculate and a lot,
  • of all the things,
  • just put this one on top,
  • ain't nothin' over here for sale.