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SHE CHRONICLES: “Stones” a poem by Deana Verse

They say iron sharpens iron
discovered gratitude for the wrong way you grind against my existence
Just right enough to render me sharp samurai sword like against the white meat of discontent
I am a dull blade on purpose with you
Never understood the attacks festering beneath my tears
Never knew the demise i fathomed
Come true  of our union
I protect you fervently
Pray for the same incessantly
Ingesting disapointment like
Tequila shot
Jaws tight, teeth clenched
A familiar burn
They say
Constant bashing cracks the hardest of stone
I am a hidden vulnerable with you
Crepe paper under metal plate
 i cringe at the site of stones
Fists for stones
Tongues for stones
Eyes for stones
Your judgments  span the  entirety of senses
Sticks and stones crack Windows and souls
You  are toddler clumsy with my emotions…

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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.”

her side

woman-crying

She say for her family
she do what she can
when in reality it be for her man
who wants another mother like her son

so she wipe both they asses / and then her tears cause it be from the same shit

too tired more / more tired than / her mother who
taught her how to stay
who lived and died the same way
the palm reader etched on her palm.
now that she know,
she can remain calm
when he comes to bed
smelling like fuck nut and dried saliva

he’ll say it’s all in her head
so she close her eyes and have nightmares
of forever being a fool.

from the poetry book, Pocket Honey Wind & Hips
available at

amazon.com/author/nikkiskies

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“.

https://www.facebook.com/#!/SPITFIRE365
Instagram.com/Susan_SpitFire_Lively

SHE CHRONICLES Video Post: “Black Privilege” by Crystal Valentine

“Black Privilege is having to have the same sense of humor as Jesus, remember how he smiled on the cross? Black Privilege is a joke, a myth, a punchline…”

SHE CHRONICLES: Petru Viljoen

Thus she was found:
scraping salt from her cheeks
with an open blade
working towards the
open throat looking on
with reckoning, bloodshot eyes.

Such, such intention
she was (able to) made to harness

By whom? … you may well ask

She was made to harness such
intention,
step by step up
a tall mountain
one foot exactly
in front of the other …

you haven’t said thank you … She froze.

from deep
the shriek was fetched,
strident rising outrage
screaming cadence.

Crashing up through
slabs of concrete silence
sustained sound relentless
growing roaring, howling;
the very earth, appalled,
doubted its foundation.

The bear by now awoken
bristled, bellowed its outrage;
a crescendo,
the very air felt threatened
of being rent.

the woman at its throat – the bear …

have mercy …

the mountain shook
her soul who heard
the call and rose, persisting through its
rise abating softly, softly rising
insistent, illuming,
until she heard,
and let it go.

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My writing career started when I started blogging, now some six years ago. Some of my work has been published online by Ink in Thirds, Praxis and in an e-book by Carpe Diem Haiku Kai. Dverse Poets recently con&rmed two of my poems will be included in an anthology due to be published in the near future. – Petru Viljoen