Poem for Aretha

 

 

Poem for Aretha

Cause nobody deals with Aretha—a mother with four children— 
having to hit the road 
they always say “after she comes 
home” but nobody ever says what it’s like 
to get on a plane for a three week tour 
the elation of the first couple of audiences the good 
feeling of exchange the running on the high 
you get from singing good 
and loud and long telling the world 
what’s on your mind.


Then comes the eighth show on the sixth day the beginning 
to smell like the plane or bus the if-you-forget-your-toothbrush 
in-one-spot-you-can’t-brush-until-the-second-show 
the strangers 
pulling at you cause they love you but you having no love 
to give back 
the singing the same songs night after night day after day 
and if you read the gossip columns the rumors that your husband 
is only after your fame 
the wondering if your children will be glad to see you and maybe 
the not caring if they are the scheming to get 
out of just one show and go just one place where some doe-doe-dupaduke won’t say “just sing one song, please!”.

Nobody mentions how it feels to become a freak 
because you have talent and how 
no one gives a damn how you feel 
but only cares that Aretha Franklin is here like maybe that’ll stop 
chickens from frying 
eggs from being laid 
crackers from hating

and if you say you’re lonely or scared or tired how they always 
just say “oh come off it” or “did you see 
how they loved you did you see, huh, did you?” 
which most likely has nothing to do with you anyway 
and I’m not saying Aretha shouldn’t have talent and I’m certainly 
not saying she should quit 
singing but as much as I love her I’d vote “yes” to her 
doing four concerts a year and staying home or doing whatever 
she wants and making records cause it’s a shame 
the way we’re killing her. 
We eat up artists like there’s going to be a famine at the end 
of those three minutes when there are in fact an abundance 
of talents just waiting let’s put some 
of the giants away for a while and deal with them like they have 
a life to lead.

Aretha doesn’t have to relive Billie Holiday’s life doesn’t have 
to relive Dinah Washington’s death but who will 
stop the pattern?

She’s more important than her music—if they must be separated— 
and they should be separated when she has to pass out before 
anyone recognizes she needs 
a rest and I say I need 
Aretha’s music 
she is undoubtedly the one person who put everyone on 
notice.

She revived Johnny Ace and remembered Lil Green. Aretha 
sings 
“I say a little prayer” and Dionne doesn’t 
want to hear it anymore 
Aretha sings “money won’t change you” 
but James can’t sing “respect” the advent 
of Aretha pulled Ray Charles from marlboro country 
and back into 
the blues made Nancy Wilson 
try one more time forced 
Dionne to make a choice (she opted for the movies) 
and Diana Ross had to get an afro wig pushed every 
Black singer into Blackness and negro entertainers 
into negroness you couldn’t jive

when she said “you make me feel” the Blazers 
had to reply “gotta let a man be a man” 
Aretha said “when my soul was in the lost and found/you came 
along to claim it” and Joplin said “maybe” 
there has been no musician whom her very presence hasn’t 
affected when Humphrey wanted her to campaign for him she said 
“a woman’s only human” 
and he pressured James Brown 
they removed Otis cause the combination was too strong the Impressions had to say “lord have mercy/we’re moving on up” 
the Black songs started coming from the singers on stage and the dancers 
in the streets.

Aretha was the riot was the leader if she had said “come 
let’s do it” it would have been done 
temptations say why don’t we think about it 
why don’t we think about it 
why don’t we think about it

—Nikki Giovanni

from Women Working: An Anthology of Stories and Poems (The Feminist Press, Old Westbury, New York)

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