by Shamama

I have seen the Joy
It's on the faces of the babies
I have seen the wonderment
through the eyes of a newborn
free focused expoloration
such innocent willing adventurers
oooohhh I've seen the joy

It almost blows out the back of my brain
like that greymatter is fighting
to contain the pure amazement
of being witness to such things

I don't think our adultist brains
can hold onto 411 like that for long

No, too soon the 'grown ups' are irritated, inconvenienced,
shrieking dictators of scare tactics

You know, I've seen the joy disperse
bewilderment and terror chaasing that trusting
sweetness away with heavy hands across backsides
of little ones who never understand

What about the babies?
What do they who cannot speak say?

I'll tell the joyless adultist masses
bruised and shattered a secret
a baby told me with her eyes

She said, grown ups, grow down!
the joy is not dead yet
it will come again when adults
can practice babydom's goodness

Be a baby, be a trusting mirror of tabla rasa grooviness
pure sweet blissful and open

Imagine--babies who don't need diapers
babies who can drive and create and make love
fullgrown joyful baby grown down ex-adultists

You know what I say?
I'm a baby--hold me, keep me covered, smile at me
snuggle me, I'm a baby

Let's all be babies!
baby, baby, baby, baby, be a baby,
And when we all can
I know--the joy will return.
c 1995

I met Shamama while hanging out with the now defunct band radar rose

About Shamama (written in 1995):
Shamama, single mother of 4 under 10 comes from the Blue Ridge Appalachain wilderness to part seas and create abundant anarchy urging welfare moms to pool A_C checks and start self suffucient land trusts.

SF Punk rock escape mutant 77 to 82 and poetry slam (2 regional one national on the Roanoke, Va team) she is determined to rise above poverty with her own Grand of WORDISMS.

posted by brooke at July 28, 2002 04:30:33 AM