It’s Tuesday so you know that means “Rebel” comes on BET tonight! Enjoy the last poem I wrote for the “Rebel Yell” series on BET.com entitled, “Reverse Opinions”. AND TUNE IN TONIGHT!
This is a snippet of the poem, “A Note on Time“. The entire poem can be found in my book, Pocket Honey, Wind & Hips and I wrote it actually for both of my parents.
I always say I don’t have a lot of love/erotic poems, which is true. But when I do write it…
you got me – I be possum
belly down and ass up
fire on back and tenor sax between toes
ignite chi ka ba
like rusted barbwire
nothing gets past me
nothing can get through to me
but your mixtures of smiles and advice
and now, that can only touch me through rain / Mama I miss you
my doubt outruns ruined panty hose
going back and forth like a father to work / a mother to prayer
Write a song for yourself
one that can march
when your walk is crooked
and your back is misguided
A song of allegiance
that can speak
when your twisted tongue is to capacity with
blues and sours and thorns
A song that pledges allegiance
to bodies that abandon couches and beds
but comfort the concrete slabs of
Oakland / Ferguson / Baltimore / New York
Blow the horn
Live to tell
Click to hear the new poem “Scoreboard” from Rebel Yell. Listen as Rebel talks about her childhood and men wanting to settle ‘scores’ with her.
TUNE IN TO an all new “Rebel” Tuesday night at 10pm EST!
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It is Sunday here. You are getting your mind prepared to go into work on Monday. Relax and listen to the words and sounds of my one and only poetry cd, “Moody“.
The word love
inter-changes in my life / between a noun and a verb
like a bloom from a seed / without me knowing
until someone yells foul
and throws a wounded heart on the field.
And I’m not the only one
reminiscing and remixing / tea and lemonade.
hoping for a different outcome when it’s left in the sun
—— we still become bitter.
because it’s still us.
or maybe it’s me
trying to make new history
with the same songs
the same wrongs
the same long
days and nights
of wanting to be recognized or feeling justified
for the march in my walk
the bite in my talk
My love for you is always there,
a noun, like / friend.
Friends you won’t dime on cause their
life is worth gold
and their mistakes are splintered wood better buried.
I love the courage of my camouflage
business of my blue
and I remained true
even when you abandoned me like an end of December Christmas tree
/ I hung you on my key ring with the other places I needed
to go back to. I kept you – around.
Love is like a boulder on my
a landslide ready to give in
love starts moving when I add – i.n.g.
I suppose love is only a verb
when it comes to unapologetically loving
(performed by Danielle Mone Truitt, “Rebel“)
almost a lamentation for “Rebel Yell” on BET.com
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