Grandma’s got Pizzazz by Pamilerin Jacob

Pamilerin Jacob | March 23rd, 2019 | poetry | No Comments

Poet Bio

of all foes, the slavemasters faced
none was as dogged as rhythm

music is the curator of grief

do you stop a woman from moving
who has never known stillness, swaying

even to the syncopation in her cry, I
have a grandmother shaped like a flute

voice hoarse, from years of grating silence
some songs are wordless, too big

to fit the mouth, pulsative enough
to ripple through a lineage, do

you think the devil was banished
for having too much pizzazz

too much rhythm in his bones, I
know the songs of our grandmothers

are cyclones upsetting history, I see
it every day on TV

how my childhood songs
are being recast

into forbidden

Poet Bio

Pamilerin Jacob is a Nigerian poet & mental health enthusiast. Author of Memoir of Crushed Petals (2018) & Gospels of Depression (2019); he is a staunch believer in the powers of critical thinking, Khalil Gibran’s poetry & chocolate ice cream

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