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Missing Rifle / Missing Woman (for Harriet Tubman)

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sky readers / moon believers
before the sunrise prayers
Wisdom Born Mamas sew star, sun, earth, heart shaped
patterns on
quilts to warm babies
and free souls
hearing from the wind when to hang ’em
high on the clothes line
Before rooster crow / before master know
patterns on quilts mapped out which way to go
to wade in the water
Missing Rifle / Missing Woman.

**Dedicated to the courage of Harriet Tubman and the slaves and quakers that made quilts and hung them to slyly map the way to freedom**

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from the poetry book, Pocket Honey, Wind & Hips

 

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Becoming Water for New Seeds

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You are
the idea the African saw through the cracked wood of
the Henrietta Marie
You are
the seed of the new woman
the ecstasy in the fire
the gospel after poetry venues
praised on sidewalks and parking lots
you are now a prophet amongst preachers
burdened with the beauty of the entire rose
pick the thorns or keep them
just stay in tact / you came prickly and prissy
with a rampant river under your feet
your commitment will be constantly tested
through people using revolution to work our personal
problems
they’ll say you don’t fit the role / don’t look natural / ain’t ready to fight
you’re not committed to the destruction of the system
and they’re right
because you are a Creator / never forget that
You are a Creator
and you destroy the idea of death in order to live.

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:

PocketHoneyWindHips

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lovin’

There’s something intensely intimate about cooking a meal for a man
then having him hold your hand across the table and say  / grace.

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In between the “I love you’s”
this is how we reconnect:
I straddle and clutch on to him
for my dear life       and       he /
recharges himself inside of me with all I have to offer  /  then
me and my man          we go out and change
the
world.
from the poetry book, Pocket Honey, Wind & Hips

a Note on Time (meeting me2)

She left this morning.
conveniently smooth like tap water /
Promises taped to her right palm for her to befriend the wild with food

She just wanted to be great.
Capsize time and defend her sister and brother
Look her father in the eye with familiar
Write down her Grandmother’s genius words
Learn the earth at the expense of her Grandfather’s back

She came. / throttled tone with soprano cheeks
shy girl
social as corners
barely

Intimately speaking is how she preferred things
but stories pierced her earlobes
diamonds to shine / hoops to dangle
pages to escape poverty

Like you / she survived through chances
stand offs against never and silence
She left this morning
after a cup of coffee
but prepared these words for you.

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…

Continue reading SHE CHRONICLES: “Stones” a poem by Deana Verse

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.”