Say It, Girl

A powerful excerpt from Ntozake Shange's Sassafrass, Cypress & Indigo:

Otis (reading from his book)
Ebony Cunt: for my mama and my grandma and all the women I rammed in Macon, Georgia when I was visitin' my cousins at age sixteen:

The white man want you/ the Indian run off with you
Spaniards created whole nations with you/ black queensilk snatch
I wander all in your wombs and make babies in the Bronx when I come/ you screammmmmmm/ jesus/ my blk man
ebony cunt is worth all the gold in the world / 15 millions of your shinin' blk bodies crossed the sea to bring all that good slick pussy to me...

Mitch
Sassafrass, what's wrong with you? Sit down. Otis gotta finish the book; he isn't even done with the first page...

Sassafrass (standing still)
Just one god-damned minute, Mitch. You gotta mother you supposedly love so much, and daughter by a black woman who won't see you...and you got me all messed up, and tryin' to make you happy...god damn it, I don't haveta listen to this shit. I am not interested in your sick, sick, weakly rhapsodies about all the women you fucked in all your damn lives...I don't like it.

I am not about to sit heah and listen to a bunch of no account niggahs talk about black women; me and my sisters; like we was the same bought and sold at slave auction...breeding heifers the white man created 'cause y'all was frascinated by some god damn beads he brought you on the continent...muthafuckahs.

Yeah, that's right; muthafuckahs, don't you ever sit in my house and ask me to celebated my inherited right to be raped. Goddamn muthafuckahs. Don't you know about anything' besides taking women off, or is that really all you good for?


Ummm, hmmm.
R.