Michelle McCleary brings us today’s poem. Michelle is a long time activist in the independent movement and President of the Metro NY Chapter of the National Black MBA Association.
Here is what Michelle writes about “Ego Tripping”:
Ego Tripping by Nikki Giovanni is one of my favorite poems. The poem reminds me of the power and beauty of women: not only do we figure out how to make a way out of no way on a daily basis, but we carry and give birth to other human beings!! I just wish that women could remember this as they/we doubt ourselves, stay silent or act dumb in the presence of men, and compete with each other for crumbs. We deserve the whole cake!!”
Ego Tripping by Nikki Giovanni
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
Our celebration of National Poetry month continues throughout April with poems chosen or written by P4P members.