#nikkigiovanni

Another great creative has left us.

Nikki Giovanni has died at the age of 81.

Poet Nikki Giovanni was born in Knoxville, Tennessee, on June 7, 1943. Although she grew up in Cincinnati, Ohio, she and her sister returned to Knoxville each summer to visit their grandparents. Nikki graduated with honors in history from her grandfather's alma mater, Fisk University. Since 1987, she had been on the faculty at Virginia Tech, where she was a University Distinguished Professor.

Nikki Giovanni's "Poem for Aretha" (Nobody Knows the Trouble I've Seen) - A T Short #22

"𝐁𝐢𝐜𝐲𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬" 𝐛𝐲 𝐍𝐢𝐤𝐤𝐢 𝐆𝐢𝐨𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝑩𝒊𝒄𝒚𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑷𝒐𝒆𝒎𝒔

Midnight poems are bicycles Taking us on safer journeys Than jets Quicker journeys Than walking But never as beautiful A journey As my back Touching you under the quilt

Midnight poems Sing a sweet song Saying everything Is all right

Everything Is Here for us I reach out To catch the laughter

The dog thinks I need a kiss

Bicycles move With the flow Of the earth Like a cloud So quiet In the October sky Like licking ice cream From a cone Like knowing you Will always Be there

All day long I wait For the sunset

The first star The moon rise

Ego Tripping (there may be a reason why)

I was born in the congo

I walked to the fertile crescent and built

the sphinx

I designed a pyramid so tough that a star

that only glows every one hundred years falls

into the center giving divine perfect light

I am bad

I sat on the throne

drinking nectar with allah

I got hot and sent an ice age to europe

to cool my thirst

My oldest daughter is nefertiti

the tears from my birth pains

created the nile

I am a beautiful woman

I gazed on the forest and burned

out the sahara desert

with a packet of goat's meat

and a change of clothes

I crossed it in two hours

I am a gazelle so swift

so swift you can't catch me

For a birthday present when he was three

I gave my son hannibal an elephant

He gave me rome for mother's day

My strength flows ever on

My son noah built new/ark and

I stood proudly at the helm

as we sailed on a soft summer day

I turned myself into myself and was

jesus

men intone my loving name

All praises All praises

I am the one who would save

I sowed diamonds in my back yard

My bowels deliver uranium

the filings from my fingernails are

semi-precious jewels

On a trip north

I caught a cold and blew

My nose giving oil to the arab world

I am so hip even my errors are correct

I sailed west to reach east and had to round off

the earth as I went

The hair from my head thinned and gold was laid

across three continents

I am so perfect so divine so ethereal so surreal

I cannot be comprehended

except by my permission

I mean . . . I . . . can fly

like a bird in the sky . . .

🦅🖤👌🏿⭐️🖤🚨🤘🏿🖤

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Nikki Giovanni

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