Strange Genius Is PDF

STRANG
E
NIUS
IS
BY NIA HILL FOR NINA SIMONE.
NINA SIMONE
PROPHETESS
THE SIMPLE HONOR OF WRITING ABOUT THE ESSENCE OF A WOMAN WHO THROUGHOUT HER LIFE, AND IN MY CASE THROUGH HER DEATH,
MAKES ME POSSIBLY BENEATH PROFOUND, AND MOST SUITABLY MORE HUMBLED THAN AN IMAGINATION COULD EVER IMAGINE. MY FIRST
ENCOUNTER WITH EUNICE/NINA WOULDN’T HAPPEN UNTIL SEVEN YEARS AFTER HER FLESH HAD PASSED AND HER SPIRIT APPEARED IN A
HOTEL ROOM LATE ONE EVENING AT A RESORT IN SANTA BARBARA. TO SAY, ON ANY CONSCIOUS LEVEL THAT I KNEW MUCH ABOUT HER, HER
LIFE, HER MUSIC, OR HER JOURNEY WOULD SIMPLY BE A LIE. IN TRUTH, I AM STILL LEARNING ABOUT HER, THROUGH RANDOM SPIRITUAL
DOWNLOADS, AND JOURNALS THAT HER DAUGHTER AND SON-IN LAW HAVE MOST GRACIOUSLY SHARED. SHE HAS BEEN CAREFUL WITH ME
NOT TO EXPOSE ME TO TOO MUCH TO SOON. SHE IS LOVING AND DELICATE IN THAT WAY. HOWEVER, IN OTHER MOMENTS SHE EXTENDS HER
DESIRE TO USE ME AND ASSUREDLY OTHERS, WITH FORCEFUL INSTRUCTIONS TO NOT ONLY TO HELP A NEW GENERATION REMEMBER THEIR
CALL, BUT ALSO TO SAVE ME FROM TRAVELING DOWN A ROAD THAT WOULD LEAD TO MY OWN PRE-MATURE DEATH HAVING YET FULFILLED,
RE-WRITING A NEW ENDING TO THE STORY OF BLACK WOMEN WITH THE POWER TO CHANGE THINGS WITHOUT DESTROYING THEMSELVES IN
THE PROCESS. THE SPIRIT OF NINA SIMONE CAME TO SAVE ME...LITERALLY. IN HER OWN CLEVER, UNIQUE WAY; SHE CAUSED ME TO COMPOSE
AN OPERA, ABOUT HER JOURNEY WHICH ULTIMATELY WOULD TAKE ME DOWN A ROAD OF HEALING FOR MYSELF, HER FAMILY AND ANY OTHER
STRANGE GENIUS’S WHO MAY STILL NOT ME COMFORTABLE WITH THEIR STRANGENESS;. TRYING TO FIND THE BALANCE OF LIVING BETWEEN
WORLDS WITHOUT CARRYING THE BURDENS OF THE IN BETWEEN. NINA, AS YOU ARE, I AM . AS YOU CONTINUE TO GUIDE ME TO BE, I WILL,.. AS
THIS GENERATION PASSES THROUGH THE EMBERS OF REVOLT, I STAND, IN PROPER CLASSIC FORM, UPRIGHT, PREPARED FOR THE FIGHT, GUN
TOTING , PEN STROKING, SOUL STRONG, EXTENDING THE COMPLICATED YET SIMPLE LULLABIES-DEEPLY WOVEN IN ALL OF YOUR SONGS. I
THANK GOD FOR YOUR RESURRECTION, YOUR EXTENSIVE LIGHT, YOUR HARD-CORE TONGUE: LET THEM WHO HAVE EARS TO HEAR, LISTEN.
A POEM FOR EUNICE.
There are people in life...once called
strange or different or black
or white that see day as night
and wrong as right
seeds that bleed
new harvests that feed the world
sew, sow, images so deeply
that people don't have
to dig so hard to see themselves
strange fruit now hangs
inside that tv
STRANGE. JEWEL.
YOUNG. GIFTED. & BLACK.
movie
scene
young child's dream
carrying momentum
into the mouth's and minds
of the next generation..
strange fruit....
not bitter no more.
STRANGE FRUIT
Dang---------
you see-----where is my invisible cloake?
been hidin' inside it
since i was 8.
was gonna use it
to do somethin' Great.
Sweet warrior chile
sonya sanchez smile.
...one look from you
and now I've been found.
peaking through
now i see you too...
WAIT!
feel a new old song break:
you look like somebody I;
some body i
used to know...
you feel like somebody I;
some body I;
need to grow...
no strange strangers live here no mo....
MISSISSIPPI GOD...
ride or die.
blood stains dry
nina on high-heals
tracks...vocals sealed.
stacked.
8 tone smack.
ears waxed. vinyl scratched---------drip. sip.
needle
ink tipped.
signing def notes
freeing hung throats.
shout nigga, sing that song
write that wrong...
and
dance
and
dance
all night long.
u
make
a white
man
FEEL...
BLACK IS THE COLOR
...OF A RAIN BOW. KNITTING YAWNS OF STRETCHED
LOVERS, ARMS LIFTED; SURRENDUR RING MATYR... OF
AN GLOBALLY COMPOSED LOVE SONG.
TEXT
FOR. WOMEN.
GOD
Good
gracious
God.
merciful patience.
Promises
Reign
Down
sweet baby oil drown
weed seeds
plastic bags
holdin'
rollin'...
tongue licked
one hit
cipher
squad fires
inhale-exhell
white light...
...smoke forms
one WORD...
"let me hit that again,
sssssssss..."
x-hell...
now i'm
hearin
the bells.
it's time
it's time
like no other in time
this time
i say
yes.
STYLE.
last new game
framed
with gold trimmed glory;
pieces of old;
sculpted
forming into
wind blown
power
spirit adorning; folding
new mornings
lifting all
hands rising
up
up
SOULIST.
Bending
Sharp turns
Round, uneven
Roads
Straightened out
Invisible lines
Wisdom marks
Yellow half lines
Directing purpose
Rear view
Discloses clear
View
Windows
Shatter
Images that can
Never appear to be too close
ACTIVIST.
unseen
dreams;
it is written...
king day kingdom way
we march now
uniformed swag..
synced sway.
Challenging roads
One path will
Be disclosed…
Narrowly…
Broad Way
Died long ago.
CLASS.
time
to build new rhymes
suited
for virtual timesunusual minds
uncontained
by walls as framesno children sitting, waiting
for the bells to ring.
Only statues
Standing with you
Like the God you
Are.
Demanding
You to run
Back inside
Yourself and
Step inside
A new Trojan
Horse.
Powerful Force.
They knew,
But with
This new
armor
Locked arms
With an Oklahoma
Farmer…
No soil can not
Be conquered
MOTHER.DAUGHTER.LOVER.
She definitely loves
Me
Finally
Smells
Feels
Right.
Any given Sunday
She
reflects
Shouts
Of past prayers
New answers
Promises
Freedom from death
She definitely loves
Me
Loving me
Finally
Loving me.