Every year, at Born to Drum, the music camp for women, I meet the most ingenious, creative and talented women. This year, I met Sarah Kolker in Chief Luisah Teish’s Eco-Mythology workshop. During the brief workshop, Sarah painted two pieces of art on found wood and wrote the prose below. Check it out along with her website.
How much are you worth, four nickels and a dime? How much are you worth, how about a tickle and a pat? How much are you worth?
Your soils worth nothing, did you know that?
We’ll just take it home with us and make some aluminum foil, did you know that? Sell it back to you for more than you can afford, but that ain’t no problem you got bananas for us, our bananas now, ain’t no worries. Bushy man come through, now we gonna call is Dole, cuz you owe us now.
Your people they owe us, their skin is ours. Bleaching creams and manicures, we own you, turn you inside out with Mcydees and Burger King, we got you.
Rent-a-car Rent-a-Dred, we sending people to you. Grow us some callaloo, your family ain’t fed, but you can feed our people, all-inclusive, work your butts off, you forgot we own you.
You say you want life better, we’ll build you a road, right in the middle of cart woman’s way. Children get hit by speeding cars, you asked for life better, we gave it to you
Colleges build on plantation land, I only saw white people living on hills and once at an art opening, that’s how it goes.
Now moving it home (Philly), my daddy don’t live here he got sent back to his home, that he can’t make a living but at least he has land, enough to garden, but who knows with whose seeds. He was sent home because he was picked up in a time when a bomb was dropped right on some ones home, they called themselves MOVE, and my daddy got associated with, had herb in his pocket, told the judge I’ll never stop smoking a holy herb, got lumped with murderers, now he’s in his home land that none of the natives own, some call themselves Maroon, but most of the Tainos died off from all of the work, but people fought for home, for all of their space, high in the mountains the deep blue mountains…