Shana A.
Back in Time

Back in Time
Every Sunday I travel back in time
In my favorite coffee shop
Unwinding in the floral aroma of mocha
The sweet sound of jazz taking me back to the Harlem Renaissance,
Back when fashion was classy
The women were foxy & sophisticated…
Loving each other uniqueness
Not showcasing their sisters flaws
Standing beside each other
Through love and pain, no judgement
Heads held high…
No need for screening, the era was loyalty, …
As the saxophones played, I reflect the words of Audre Lorde in shattered branches of liberation.
When Langston reminded us that raisins dry up in the sun on a hot Harlem day,
Take me back to the days when love was simple, when we just loved who we loved without overthinking…
When friends stood up for each other
When women was honored as Queens,
Take me back to the good old days when life was art & love was a movement…