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Abena Koomson

Abena Koomson is a writer, educator, and performer. Her writing has been performed in several productions throughout NYC, including Blind Visions at the WOW Cafe Theatre, Eve Descending for Six Figures Theatre's Artists of Tomorrow Series, and excerpts of her one woman show Cozi Sa Wala were performed as part of Lincoln Center's La Casita summer festival. In July 2008, Abena performed her poetry and music to a sold out audience at MASS MoCA.  Additionally her poetry has been set to music and performed with her a cappella trio, Saheli. She was a member of the 2004 louderARTS slam team which traveled to St. Louis for the National Poetry Slam. Among her many mentors, she studied with poet Hugh Ogden. She is currently on sabbatical from Winston Preparatory School where she serves as Dean and Writing instructor in order to explore her artistic pursuits which include a recent run Off-Broadway in FELA! directed by Tony Award winner Bill T. Jones.

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Blacksmith Orchestra
(A poem inspired by Romans 12:9-16)

Come to the meeting place. Bring your harmony. Let it pound.
Our love should break the barriers of sick living down with the sledgehammers of right-with-goodness.

Though touch fragiles us, let us practice face-to-face, arm-in-arm, kiss-to-kiss love.
Lift your sister upon your shoulders until her face touches the sky.

Keep the crazy spinning flowing in God's healing whirlpool.
Sledgehammer raw hope into sheets of faith ready for assembly.

Though we may not make it to tomorrow, Today, let us practice face-to-face, arm-in-arm, kiss-to-kiss love.
Let brother be the bridge that leans over your flowing waters. Flow continually,

a waterflow that opens at the mouth of God, feeding him all your fervor and trembling;
waves will reflect back into you and guide your ships to still waters.

Come to the meeting place. Bring your harmony. Let it pound.
Our love should break the barriers of sick living down with the sledgehammers of right-with-goodness.

Make love cakes and place them on hungry tongues.
Ring the feast bell often.

Smile at those who wonít smile back, for your smile is their dawning day
and who knows but that they may wake up on the right side of the bed this morning.

Rise when their sun rises, sleep when their sun sleeps.
Let the sound of you ring into me.

Come to the meeting place. Bring your harmony. Let it pound.
Remember how small your hands are compared to the Blacksmith who hammered your frame into being.

Willingly be welded with other precious metals, so that we stand instead of lying in pieces on the floor.
Do not suppose that you will be anything but junkplay if you stay alone as a rod or sheet of metal.

Come to the meeting place. Bring your harmony. Let it pound. Let us break the barriers of sick living down with the sledgehammers of a love chorus.



© Abena Koomson



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