I remember this night very well. I was determined to see Jessica Care Moore live. #swoon Plus, Elder Umar Bin Hassan was there, spitting that Last Poets lingo. #Legend I didn't step out often when my daughter was younger, I was advised to 'keep it old school', b.u.t. that night was the exception. And I had an unforgettable evening.
Jessica Care Moore should be on every spoken word artist's Top 5 List, if for no other reason than she is the Poetic Princess of the genre. I can't call her the Queen because that would dishonor the Queen-Mothers of the Harlem Renaissance and The Black Arts Movement. She was however the first to bring it to a large-scale audience and catapult it into popular culture via Showtime At The Apollo. Yep. I know my herstory. Word 2 Patricia Smith. I had to see Sis perform in my hometown. Epic-ness. Although I also saw her perform at City Colllege, to which she rocked it and made me a fan for life. Y'all I navigated Harlem like an army cadet- fixated on seeing Sis bless the room. I hope y'all can see how big a fan I am of Miss Thang.
This picture: I waited for her Autographs line to disappear. I musta been cheezing hella hard or reflecting her light impeccably because she asked me, “Who are you?” Hahahahaha, but not in the “Who are you weirdo and why are you smiling like a dork?” way. Hahahaha, more like “Yoooo! Sis, Who are you? You seem awesome. ‘Call Me!’” kinda way… Well, in my mind anyways.. In hindsight I think it was the former… See, On FB we... Never Mind. Hahahaha! Somebody tell her I want to participate in her next #BlackGirlsRock! concert. Send her to this post. xoxoxoxoxoxoxo xoxox