We Flesh

From Toni Morrison’s Beloved. This is the sermon that Baby Suggs gives one Saturday, sitting in the Clearing while the people waited among the trees. The Clearing was “a wide-open place cut deep in the woods nobody knew for what at the end of a path known only to deer and whoever cleared the land in the first place.”


Here in this here place, we flesh; flesh that weeps, laughs,

flesh that dances on bare feet in grass. Love it. Love it hard.

Yonder they do not love your flesh. They despise it.

They don’t love your eyes; they’d just as soon pick em out.

No more do they love the skin on your back. Yonder they flay it.

And O my people they do not love your hands.

Those they only use, tie, bind, chop off and leave empty.

Love your hands! Love them. Raise them up and kiss them.

Touch others with them, pat them together,

stroke them on your face ‘cause they don’t love that either.

You got to love it, you!

And no, they ain’t in love with your mouth.

Yonder, out there, they will see it broken and break it again.

What you say out of it they will not heed.

What you scream from it they do not hear.

What you put into it to nourish your body they will

snatch away and give you leavins instead.

No, they don’t love your mouth. You got to love it.

This is flesh I’m talking about here. Flesh that needs to be loved.

Feet that need to rest and to dance;

backs that need support;

shoulders that need arms, strong arms I’m telling you.

And O my people, out yonder, hear me,

they do not love your neck unnoosed and straight.

So love your neck; put a hand on it, grace it, stroke it and hold it up.

And all your inside parts that they’d just as soon slop for hogs,

you got to love them. The dark, dark liver—love it, love it,

and the beat and beating heart, love that too.

More than eyes or feet. More than lungs that have yet to draw free air.

More than your life-holding womb and your life-giving private parts,

hear me now, love your heart. For this is the prize.

Saying no more, she stood up then and danced with her twisted hip the rest of what her heart had to say while the others opened their mouths and gave her the music. Long notes held until the four-part harmony was perfect enough for their deeply loved flesh. 

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