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Calling all Creators

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offspring of the Motherland
return to the wellspring
to lend a hand
in the completion of love’s highest labor
her birth pangs’ agony
awakens your Black Dot consciousness
In harmony
the collective cries out
welcoming our liberation
newborn
into the balance of the circle
and then the eternally familial
embrace of peace

Oh yes!! You may say
but when? where?
And how to restore the Natural Order?
Listen now to wisdom
the utterance of the Warrior Poet,

“Can you teach the self ignorant who say they won’t fight
to connect to the rhythm of all that is right?
Could you show the faint hearted who now turn away
how to channel that flow and acknowledge the day?
Would you help the misguided to open their eyes
and to stare down the sun-Set with all of its lies?

Will you stand up, regardless of reason or rhyme?
Calling All Creators…
It is time!”

Osaze Dolabaille

Featured Poem:

Black Enough

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You told me once that I am Black
but am I Black enough, Cousin?

If I am Black enough
then why do I lack enough
of those things that make me feel worthwhile?
The stories my mother passed on to me
about having “good hair”
are doing me no good, here
in this place that I stay
I really hate the reflection I see
and despise the young men that look just like me
without really knowing why
I can’t accept that
if in some way I’m light-skinned
somewhat closer to white-skinned
that somehow I am “right-skinned”?!
Who wants to be a fashionable commodity
when fashions come and go all the time?

Please tell me, Cousin
am I really Black enough?
Do my roots reach far back enough
to claim your identity as my own?
I grew up with half-truths about Blackness
and it is impossible to be proud of something
to sing out loud of something
that is not fully embraced
My circle of friends don’t understand
since I don’t feel black enough
I don’t feel Black enough
But now I overstand
and something is wrong with this picture
I want to conquer my fears
to be accepted by peers
who can also feel the beat of the bounce
so I will teach myself
to reach myself
because I have been a stranger for too long

You see Cousin,
on the day I become too Black for some
it will be more than Black enough
for me

Osaze Dolabaile

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Biography

OSAZE DOLABAILLE is a singer, poet and drummer who was born on the Caribbean island of Trinidad. He was brought to the city of Toronto, in Canada while still very young. It was here that the adult Osaze would be awakened: to the reality of his Afrikan identity, an appreciation of Afrikan history and the validity of Afrikan spirituality. Thus inspired, he has been performing at community events, spoken word and poetry readings, and concerts since 1998.

He is currently the president of Baro Dununba, a Toronto based music ensemble and philanthropic organization. Along with Baro Dununba, he has performed as part of Muhtadi’s World Drummers, Quammie Williams’ JUMP Collective and the New Dimension Steel Orchestra. Poetic collaborations have included the International Festival of Poetry of Resistance and T Dot Griots anthologies. In 2007 he released his first book entitled, Rebirth of the Warrior Poet. This self-publication afforded him the opportunity to participate in both the 2007 Caribbean Canadian Literary Expo and the Organization of Calypso Performing Artistes’ Calypso Tents Music Series as part of Caribana 2007 (aka Toronto Caribbean Carnival).

Osaze Dolabaille

Osaze Dolabaile
Osaze Dolabaile

Biography

OSAZE DOLABAILLE is a singer, poet and drummer who was born on the Caribbean island of Trinidad. He was brought to the city of Toronto, in Canada while still very young. It was here that the adult Osaze would be awakened: to the reality of his Afrikan identity, an appreciation of Afrikan history and the validity of Afrikan spirituality. Thus inspired, he has been performing at community events, spoken word and poetry readings, and concerts since 1998.

He is currently the president of Baro Dununba, a Toronto based music ensemble and philanthropic organization. Along with Baro Dununba, he has performed as part of Muhtadi’s World Drummers, Quammie Williams’ JUMP Collective and the New Dimension Steel Orchestra. Poetic collaborations have included the International Festival of Poetry of Resistance and T Dot Griots anthologies. In 2007 he released his first book entitled, Rebirth of the Warrior Poet. This self-publication afforded him the opportunity to participate in both the 2007 Caribbean Canadian Literary Expo and the Organization of Calypso Performing Artistes’ Calypso Tents Music Series as part of Caribana 2007 (aka Toronto Caribbean Carnival).

Calling all Creators

Enlarge poem

offspring of the Motherland
return to the wellspring
to lend a hand
in the completion of love’s highest labor
her birth pangs’ agony
awakens your Black Dot consciousness
In harmony
the collective cries out
welcoming our liberation
newborn
into the balance of the circle
and then the eternally familial
embrace of peace

Oh yes!! You may say
but when? where?
And how to restore the Natural Order?
Listen now to wisdom
the utterance of the Warrior Poet,

“Can you teach the self ignorant who say they won’t fight
to connect to the rhythm of all that is right?
Could you show the faint hearted who now turn away
how to channel that flow and acknowledge the day?
Would you help the misguided to open their eyes
and to stare down the sun-Set with all of its lies?

Will you stand up, regardless of reason or rhyme?
Calling All Creators…
It is time!”

Featured Poem:

Black Enough

Enlarge poem

You told me once that I am Black
but am I Black enough, Cousin?

If I am Black enough
then why do I lack enough
of those things that make me feel worthwhile?
The stories my mother passed on to me
about having “good hair”
are doing me no good, here
in this place that I stay
I really hate the reflection I see
and despise the young men that look just like me
without really knowing why
I can’t accept that
if in some way I’m light-skinned
somewhat closer to white-skinned
that somehow I am “right-skinned”?!
Who wants to be a fashionable commodity
when fashions come and go all the time?

Please tell me, Cousin
am I really Black enough?
Do my roots reach far back enough
to claim your identity as my own?
I grew up with half-truths about Blackness
and it is impossible to be proud of something
to sing out loud of something
that is not fully embraced
My circle of friends don’t understand
since I don’t feel black enough
I don’t feel Black enough
But now I overstand
and something is wrong with this picture
I want to conquer my fears
to be accepted by peers
who can also feel the beat of the bounce
so I will teach myself
to reach myself
because I have been a stranger for too long

You see Cousin,
on the day I become too Black for some
it will be more than Black enough
for me

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (0)
  • Pride (0)
  • Optimism (0)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (0)
  • Inspiration (1)
  • Reflection (1)
  • Captivation (0)
  • Peace (0)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (1)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

Calling all Creators

Enlarge poem

offspring of the Motherland
return to the wellspring
to lend a hand
in the completion of love’s highest labor
her birth pangs’ agony
awakens your Black Dot consciousness
In harmony
the collective cries out
welcoming our liberation
newborn
into the balance of the circle
and then the eternally familial
embrace of peace

Oh yes!! You may say
but when? where?
And how to restore the Natural Order?
Listen now to wisdom
the utterance of the Warrior Poet,

“Can you teach the self ignorant who say they won’t fight
to connect to the rhythm of all that is right?
Could you show the faint hearted who now turn away
how to channel that flow and acknowledge the day?
Would you help the misguided to open their eyes
and to stare down the sun-Set with all of its lies?

Will you stand up, regardless of reason or rhyme?
Calling All Creators…
It is time!”

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