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She Chronicles presents: AmberMarie~La Femme Creole~

STICK OF DYNAMITE (FREEDOM)

I took a stick of dynamite and through that bitch into my life
Family Blown up
D words like cuss words up in here
Dynamite…divorce
Damn!
What makes somebody do something so dramatic?

Wings clipped head dipped
Shackles around my feet
I can’t fly I can’t breathe
Head towards the sky
Feet cemented to the ground I have to fly
Sticks of dynamite thrown into my life
So that I can fly I can breathe
I can do I can be

I haven’t been me
Deep inside I feel the essence of
What used to be me
I have become but a shell
You might not understand
You might not understand taking such
Dramatic action

But
I could not breathe
I could not fly
Dynamite was all that I could cling to
Dynamite was my friend
I’ve got to blow this shit up and start again
I can’t do this

Everytime
I think that I am soaring
Chains heavier than heavy can be
Weightier than weight can be
Have been pulling on me
And I’m supposed to just be
I’m supposed to just settle
With life
Being the way it will be

But, fuck that, I need to be free
I need to breathe
I need to fly
I need to soar
I need to dip
I need to dive
Like a phoenix from the ashes
I shall rise
Up

I must be me
I don’t know who I have been
But what I do know is that
There was there was little reciprocity.

Why must all responsibilities be on me?

My shoulders like a 400-pound gorilla Has been just sitting on me
Shitting on me I can’t do this anymore I must be free so
Dynamite became my best friend
Threw that bitch right
Into my life
So that freedom
I could be

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AMI La Femme Creole Pic

AmberMarie ~La Femme Créole~ is a poet, spoken word artist, writer, author, inspirational speaker, dancer, singer, actor, painter…she is an artist. Her loves are those blissful things that tantalize the mind and senses. AmberMarie is the founder/creator of The LA Showcase, a Los Angeles based open mic established in 2008.  She’s also a member of the eclectic band Stanky Gumbo, La Famille Creole.

AmberMarie is Creole (Black, French, Spanish, Cherokee and Blackfoot Indian). Her mother’s side of the family is from Shreveport, Louisiana and her father’s side of the family is from Houston, Texas. She was born and raised in Santa Maria, California. AmberMarie has lived in Palo Alto, California; San Diego, California; Honolulu, Hawaii; and currently resides in Los Angeles, California.

AmberMarie is divorced and has a beautiful, intelligent 16-year-old daughter, Ava Marie; a talented and brilliant 8-year-old son, Marvin “Tre Boogie,” and a smart and precocious 3-year-old son, Malachi. She also has two bonus babies, gorgeous Shaquay, 28, and talented Jaleel, 26, and two grandsons by way of Shaquay, Kameron, 9, and King, 4, with another little grandbaby on the way due in August 2019. AmberMarie is an ordained Kemetic-centered reverend who unashamedly and fiercely loves Mother/Father God and her family.

Contact Info:

ambermarie@stanfordalumni.org

She Chronicles presents: Brenda Dzangare

DESOLATION
Ignorant robber
Calamity is coming beware
He knew what He was doing , when he made you and me
Were we not meant to depend on each other ?
Only just He , knew what He was doing
Oh! I see what you have become
A bad omen to prevailing future
Urbanisation and peripheral development , you call it
And yet plundering what we thought was our home
You come armed with bull dozers in our territory
Yet there we humble ourselves fearing your machines
Away you drag our homes , children and elders .
Leaving us with nowhere to squatter
A bad omen to prevailing future
Created tiny was never my wish
Crawling in undergrowth , never my choice
He knew what He was doing ,when he created you and me
Was born here ,where now do I herd to?
Try moving further and another city shouts peripheral development
My species running dry of offspring because of urbanisation
A bad omen to prevailing future
Our roots used to greet each other under mother earth
Proudly we once stood in our green uniform at peace
Then came this calamity called urbanisation and peripheral development
Uprooting my forefathers , now me and tomorrow my offspring
Plant a tree whenever you uproot one , called a wise voice
Deaf peripheral development never listened
If my offspring is uprooted today , there won’t be a forest tomorrow
A bad omen to prevailing future
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Brenda Dzangare is an urban fantasy fiction and non fiction writer. Author of “Calah Crown” series book one on Amazon Kindle and Lulu publishers online platform. Dzangare is also writer of 5 books of Reading Time series, a children’s 10 book series, new Zimbabwean curriculum. She is also a writer of poetry with poems featuring in 2019 January International Poetry Digest Issue and another to feature in February Issue. Her poem titled “Two fools”, will be featured in Pop Shot Magazine identity issue in mid February 2019.
For more information, follow Dzangare on her Facebook and Twitter pages.

Article: Remembering the Life, Love and Legacy of Audre Lorde

The necessity of writers allowing their words to root and grow into essays, poems and stories is courage and a display of effortless perseverance. My new studies in Africana Women’s Studies, is adorned with critics and contributions of Audre Lorde. I was familiar with her work before I re-entered school but I didn’t understand the magnitude of her contributions because I was unaware she had created a grand portion of the language. Her love of equality and freedom for people of color, women and artists is something to be studied. Please enjoy the article below on Ms. Audre Lorde!

Remembering the Life, Love and Legacy of Audre Lorde

 

Arriving at 1.5

One of the things I was absolutely afraid of when going back into school was my mind being utilized for the left side of critical reading and thinking and no time for creativity. Well, I was correct! I didn’t know I had the capacity to read so many non-fiction books! I will admit, it took me a few papers graded with B’s and C’s before I got the hang of writing research papers. What came easy for me was the discipline of writing. SCORE!

While I went back to teaching this week, I have one more week before I go back to performing double duty of teaching during the week and then being a student at night. Then I go back into the dungeon of the left side of my beautiful brain. With that, I have committed to creatively writing once a week. I committed to writing a reflective post and a poem. Then I had the pressure of… ‘what will I write?’ So this year for my resolutions I decided to mediate, contemplate, consider one of the same three things every week:

  • How will my creative work serve as “insertions” on holistic standpoints in black women’s narrative? These narratives include novels, short stories, essays, plays and poetry. These insertions include performance work, educational presentations, literature and literary critics.
  • How have I allowed the term, mobility, to serve or anchor my life? What will I now do differently?
  • How have I allowed breast cancer to keep occupancy in my life? What will I now do differently?

These weekly meditations, contemplating and writings will serve as me defining them, confronting them and developing resolve. After I wrote out resolutions and goals for 2019, I realized these were the three revolving themes. I am thinking this can serve as part of my “self- care” and I commit to this for at least 45 minutes a week.

Well, that is the plan! I did not factor in a pre-teen and two teenagers with their very full lives! We shall see.