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Chapters (33)
  1. Cover
  2. Sassafrass, Cypress & Indigo
  3. Copyright Notice
  4. Dedication
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Acknowledgments
  30. Praise
  31. Also by Ntozake Shange
  32. About the Author
  33. Newsletter Sign-up

down to the wharf, there was always sailors/ shippers from all over the world/ daddy was a seaman/ a ship’s carpenter, he was always goin’ round the world/ that’s what mama said/ & he died in the ocean offa Zanzibar/ that’s what mama said the ship just caught fire/ & went on down to the bottom of the ocean/ that’s why she & sassafrass & cypress & indigo/ wd toss nickels & food & wine in the sea down the coast/ so daddy wd have all he needed to live a good life in the other world, sassafrass stayed by the wharf whenever she cd/ after school she watched the men tyin knots/ fixin nets & she figured her daddy knew all that/ & he cd sing too like the sailors & dance like the west indians/ who was crew on a lotta boats in the seamy port of charleston. sassafrass wd sit on barrels wid the men & help ’em straighten out their nets/ & listen to the tales of other colored folks’ lives in the islands & as far off as new guinea. she tried to imagine what they looked like/ if they weren’t tryin to look like white folks/ what did the languages sound like/ & the cloth & the dance & who were their spirits/ did they believe in jesus or were there other gods/ & other heavens/ like there were drums & special dances the bermudans & trinidadian sailors played in the evenin/ & showed sassafrass what they called the “jump-up”/ or the mambo/ sassafrass picked up a slight accent/ & put her hand on her hip the way the men did when they were imitatin’ their girls at home/ & sassafrass prayed she cd live like that/ free in the country/ surrounded by orange trees & men makin drums & goin out to fish & feasts for the different spirits, sassafrass decided/
bein with the colored sailors & dock workers/ that she shd go everywhere there were dark folks at all/ all over the world where her people lived/ & she wd write it all down so other children wdnt feel lost & think they were stupid ninnies/ like miz fitzhugh told her/ “it’s too bad you a lil ninny, sassafrass, or i’d take you with me on this cruise”/ & to the surprise of the spry seafarers/ sassafrass announced/ “i ’ma be a cunjah.” they laughed incredulously/ sayin/ “you awready a geechee/ how much more magic you want?”