Alysia Harris - Joy lyrics

Obese as the night sky is… Its greed does not outweigh the first mouthful of dawn. I'll tell you what joy is: It is the movement of 5,000 men dancing to the voice of 10,000 women Their feet wrestling with their knees to stay beneath them. A strong and common song Pouncing upon their chests. Joy never lingers long In the apex of another person's laugh, But I've found it reflects perfectly From the level of my undecorated hips. Long it went unnoticed. A chimney sweep in a London street, Crying for 6 pence and parents I thought I would suffocate Under the weight of all that darkness A gargoyle of disappointment. Watchmen over my bed. I prayed the beast would consume me Instead of prowling from one relationship to the next. I feared the croak of silence And felt this barred unraveling by the rhyme. But I promised my loneliness: One day, I will write myself a Gla** Essay and then I will love like it cannot break. I prayed: ‘Lord, give me good legs and an open road. Lord, give me a juggernaut heart and a Japanese car. Benevolent change.' And yesterday, Yesterday Under the honesty of 60-watt light bulbs and eye-worn pa**ages There was my story, Happy ending superimposed Looking final and unchallenged.” Joy is in the Song! Joy is back bending In what you think is submission, But is really mercy. It is the watershed That comes from a good deed rippling into great character. My mouth found my face again Found it can still spread. Not as easy as bu*ter; not as fast as rumors. But can still light up a room or two. Sometimes it means you have to be an archaeologist and an astronomer rolled into one. But this smile right here is a Genesis older than the doubt cubbyholed in the big bang's center. So though I have been shaking in my boots and my beliefs I am proud of my ankles- They be no turncoats. Proud of my knees- the creaking martyrs to dancehall. Sometimes they had to break to keep me upright. Proud of my thighs- who unlike the Red Sea never parted for a man posing as God. So even though he left me, What is not sunny about today, Even the rainclouds can bless me. So what if he won't appreciate me, The homeless man will hug me. And the street corner will open up to me And it will thank me for humming Aretha And listening to its creases. Joy is not being in love And not being bitter. It is friendship. It is agreement. Joy is the gift of childhood wrapped for the orphan. A Polaroid army crawling its way into life. Joy is being beautiful without a man telling you so. It is finding yourself warm enough for those lonely winter nights. It is finding yourself Whole After so long. So, to shaved heads and unsaddled burdens, To the lion's mane of insecurities, To my favorite broken heart and every love I've ever had the pleasure of loving: I know it might sound forceful to you… But I am laughing like I've conquered something. Because…. I have.