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fear wrestling

The merlot on my tongue
won’t allow me to speak.

I stain my pillow with attached prayers of something
better
betwixt the Ghana of my mane.

Afraid,
I walk with a cane looped to my belt to beat a fall
design distance from cerebral lessons

fear wrestling.
I wear tight shoes to ensure carefully calculated steps
abandon spontaneity
and disavow chances and dances with love.

taken from the book:

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passion

We need passion for life
We need passion like ancestral sweat on jungle spring African violets
We need passion like the quieting of an infant’s cries for his mother’s nipples
like the drying desire to drink
let us do what we do best
Create.
detach from the world and all it has to offer
like the fall of sky tall pine trees
like a Muslim nauseous at the smell of swine
let us get away from here!
Like we did the first time
let us hungrily read Genesis to Revelation
and discover one another
let me be imperfect
not what the music and magazine say
but who I am this very second
the extent of me and you in divine disguise
the scent of me in heat for some passion
Like a 4th of July dog scratching against the screen door
We need passion for life.
We need passion like surrendering in a rain shower,
like the uncontrollable moans of a multiple orgasm
let me get this out!
let me get this out!
like the vulgar urges of bulimia
let me get this out!
I yearn this
I yearn this like Thursday evening paychecks
want me
want me like the smell of your mother’s kitchen on Sunday
protect me
protect me like a father holding his child’s hand
let us discover God together
We need passion
Like the heaving chest of a woman giving birth
Like the finger sore of BB strumming the blues
Like a poem with a thousand metaphors
Let us make love over and over and again
We need passion like, like, like…right now.

“Reverse Opinions” a poem for Rebel Yell

You call me angry
But you, have a million ways to hate me
So this isn’t anger / this is my confused face.

these lines on my forehead are
glass ceilings / eulogies / sexism and sermons
these lines are 400 year old collection notices
these lines are me not wanting to compete for every corner of my existence
this isn’t anger.
this is proper placement privilege
this is / been here    done that    and steady grinding
this is you mistaking me swallowing whole fruit for breasts
this is my lipstick protecting my smile when I kiss the moon at night
it’s not magical all days
sometimes I can’t abracadabra away feeling… “other”
sometimes it’s real survival tactics needed
these lines remind me where I hid bail money
where I’m safe to unbraid my fears and wash my past
this is an emotion you can’t repeat
cause you damn sure duplicate everything else about me
but this isn’t anger.
this is for my pushed back knuckles from
fighting traffic, hunting for low gas prices, scrimmaging through too ripe produce in my local grocery store,  you know / regular stuff
this isn’t anger
this is me demanding you stop displaying to the world there are exceptions to me being human
being woman / being protected /  be-ing loving / be-ing loved.
this is I don’t want the crime solved 30 years from now when the killer is probably in my breathing space

I’m not supposed to be offended when you call me angry?
But you,   -have a million ways to hate me
this isn’t anger.
this is my stay ready face. – by Nikki Skies for “Rebel Yell” on BET.com
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bang, bang (a poem by Nikki Skies for “Rebel Yell”)

Bang!
Yellow plus blue makes green
Like blood on blue makes
mean
times in these streets

even meaner when the oath
is covered and smothered to protect promotions and pension plans
instead of people’s freedom and hard worked land
bang!

You can get a round of drinks from co-workers
faster than the truth
or you might have better luck tracing my family tree
before the start of slavery
and that is practically impossible
so you keep asking
you keep tracing
you keep pacing with the sun’s shadows
and euphoric mist
while these bodies keep transitioning
bang!
energy moving on
but the control and power staying the same
I remain
ssssstuck on justice
a yearning that repeats like a speech impediment.
Got me  / living life like a suicide note found
every morning at 7a.m.
bang! bang!
can’t remember anything else but staying steady,
ready / like mother’s equipping
their children with breakfast bars   backpacks    and  dash cams

bang! bang! bang! bang!

statue of liberty standing pretty holding a flame
that’s never lit my community
liberty bell never rang loud enough to level the playing field
So I’ll keep my ear to the streets and listen for the drums.
read the sweaty faces of over-worked people like /maps
interpret the colors in the swaying skirts
and the signals from framed smoke flowing from barbq pits

grant me the serenity to courageously stand oak tree tall and the wisdom to put a plan into action
I’m getting the last word!
Me against the world

bang!

Yellow plus blue makes green.
Like blood on blue makes /
mean
times in these streets.

bang, bang

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(performed by Danielle Mone Truitt of “Rebel“)

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SHE CHRONICLES: “Enough” a poem by Deana Verse

The crazy part is that i know i dont miss you

i really truly miss what i thought we had so frikn bad
like an ache that wont leave…

i vascilate between living without you and and living with the lie you had presented me with

the lesser of three evils because either way i would wind up hurt
damn!

never been the lonely type

always been the drinking type

this lonely-ish mixed with drinking has invented a new type
at least for me

i would love to stumble upon in real life the facade we existed in for fake and take residence

i deserve it

you suck!

and you know you deserve that!

but i digress…

vodka plus emotions = this poem and had i not erased your number i would probably call you, but i erased itr for this very reason because i do not need to give myself something else to regret.

you were enough!

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Deana is a host, producer, event planner and writer living in Los Angeles.  The Ohio native remembers the day that a relentless depression pushed pen to pad resulting in her first poem.  Deana has hosted over 13 shows over the past ten years from charity events, fundraisers, music events and featured poetry shows.  She has been performing in the LA area for over 15 years and is considered a trailblazer for women performers, producers of poetry.

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SHE CHRONICLES: “She” a poem by Felicitee Love

I want her to know that she is beautiful…

Imperfectly perfect…made in Gods image…

Breathtaking as the shifen waterfall

The Valley of ten peaks, the solitude in the Olympics….

Her beauty exceeds that of a rare blue morpho butterfly…

She is the coolness in the breeze…

She is the promise of tomorrow…

Her veins bleed forgiveness…

She is the very essence of love…

The reminder that angels do exist…

That prayer works…

She is the light at the end of the tunnel…

Trace her tears to find miracles…

Her smile to find God…Her eyes to get a glimpse of heaven…

Her faith is that of Job…she recognizes her greatness…

She is the beautiful colors of the rainbow…

She is Strength…she is resilience…she is kissed by the sun….

She is powerful…She is reason…she is life’s whisper…

She is Brave…She is a Conqueror…

She will fight to her death for what she believes in…

She is that feeling once you reach the top of a mountain…She is Dope…

She brings the thunder…she is a beast!!!…

She is unstoppable…

She Sees the beauty after the rain…

She is courage….she is our children’s keeper…

She is the epitome of fall down and get back up every single time because failure is not an option….

She is my sister, my inspiration, my reason to keep going in spite of…She is simply phenomenal…

She be WOMAN

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FELICITEE…’To bring light and instant happiness”…sprinkled with a lot of LOVE… was born in Chicago Illinois. She now resides in Atlanta Ga. She is a writer, Actress, motivational speaker, Community organizer, humanitarian and advocate for Abuse, Child Rape and Domestic violence all of which she is a survivor. She wakes up each and every day to touch or inspire someone’s life. She understands that all smiles do not equate to happiness. She aspires to be the reason that someone didn’t give up, that someone feels loved, that someone feels encouraged. She wants to touch and change lives until the day she is no more. She feels that there is enough darkness in this world; it’s time for people to shed some light, lots of it! She founded “The Love Movement” which about Spreading Love, touching Lives, Encouraging, Uplifting and Inspiring Others. The Love Movement also does feedings for the “temporarily displaced”, Homeless is not used because there is power in your words. They also do clothing drives, haircuts and hairstyles, back to school drives as well as partnering with other organizations to make a difference. If you can be the reason that someone smiles, that’s an accomplishment. She endured so much pain in her life that her mission every day she is blessed to see, is to make a difference in the lives of others by spreading love. She started writing at the tender age of 9 years old and has yet to put down her pen. Writing saved her life “literally”. She is no stranger to pain, hurt and the many dark places that life can sometimes take you but she made the decision to never let those negative experiences define her nor her future. She writes to be the voice for those who are silent, for those who have no voice or feels that no one understands… She sugarcoats nothing! May her work inspire you, uplift you, motivate you, change you for the better or simply be that push that we sometimes need …She is on a mission to change the world! Her motto is: The dash between my date of birth and date of death has to speak volumes when I am no longer here!

SHE CHRONICLES: Video Post, Jaha Zainabu

“Stories that come to me in the middle of the night from folks I don’t know.  Don’t have nothing to do with me except they know I know how to get a pray through and a story straight.”

SHE CHRONICLES: “I Am” by Susan “Spit-Fire” Lively

I am…
grace and beauty sublime,
love and life refined;
one with body, heart, and mind.

I am…
triumph over great odds.
I am all the love there ever was;
every good thing ever done.

I am …
the sex and passion and heat,
in every man’s dreams;
soon you’ll know what I mean.

I am…
civic obligation,
motherly negotiation,
and wifely adoration.

I am…
an intellect so sharp and keen,
truly the toughest player on the scene;
with thoughts so crisp and new and deep.

I am…
strength and honor and pride.
I am the light emanating inside.
I am what it means to truly be alive.
I am woman…

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SHE CHRONICLES: “Nana, Mother, Love” by Susan “Spit-Fire” Lively

When I think of you, my Nana, I think of…
nature’s smiling spring blooms,
good food cooking in a warm room,
life over-flowing from floor to rafters,
the things that I’ll recall forever after.
Because when I think of you, my Nana,
I think of family, joy, and laughter.
You see, I was the precious clay in your hands,
and you gave me the best gift when you said
that I had your heart.
When you died, I felt my world come apart.
A woman unlike any other,
for there could never be another,
like the lady who taught me
how to live, how to love – Nana, Mother, Love
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Susan “Spit-Fire” Lively is a poet, spoken word artist, producer, photographer, educator, and activist from Belleville, IL. Co-organizer of “100,000 Poets & Musicians for Change – St. Louis” since its inception in 2011; Susan also produces the series’ “First Bloom” and “Women For Peace”, and co-produces the “Dia de los Muertos Fiesta”.  In 2016 she became an Officer of Urb Arts’ Executive Board. In January of 2017 Susan produced the St. Louis leg of the international event “Poets & Musicians Against Trump” (with co-producer John Blair).

Lively’s been featured on “Literature For The Halibut”, “The Arts with Nancy Kranzberg”, the “Healthy Living Program” and PBS’ “Living St. Louis”. She has taught spoken word and creative writing at Confluence Academy, Foster and Adoptive Care Coalition, and for the Nine Network and St. Louis Fringe. Susan’s work has been published in “Static Movement”, “Postcard Shorts”, “Head To Hand”, “The East St. Louis Monitor”, “The PEN”, “Chance Operations”, “Drumvoices Revue 20th Anniversary Edition”, “SIUE News”, “Big Bridge“, “No Vacancyand the social justice anthology “Crossing the Divide“.

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