The merlot on my tongue
won’t allow me to speak.
I stain my pillow with attached prayers of something
betwixt the Ghana of my mane.
I walk with a cane looped to my belt to beat a fall
design distance from cerebral lessons
I wear tight shoes to ensure carefully calculated steps
and disavow chances and dances with love.
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There’s something intensely intimate about cooking a meal for a man
then having him hold your hand across the table and say / grace.
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
from the poetry book, Pocket Honey, Wind & Hips
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
social as corners
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.
My mother taught me how to make a living.
My father showed me how to create a life to live.
She was deemed responsible.
He was deemed selfish.
… I want to be selfishly responsible from here on out.
Here’s a snippet of the poem, “Being Woke” for the season finale of Rebel on BET. Check your listings to watch the “edge of your seat” finale episode to season 1 and hear the lead actress, Danielle Monet Truitt, recite the entire poem.
Have you gotten your summer reads yet? You should add these titles to your library. Some comedy, fiction, short stories, poetry and prose.
moon face full of stars.
little woman / soft voice with cursive connotations.
and universe hugging
woman of literature.
my love for her is beyond words.
adoring / fond / attached like a new lover.
even though she is associated with the black arts movement, she is one of those artists who have walked through hip hop with us. her words have survived the linguistic flips and inspire/challenge writers today. she joined blues music with her poetic styles of tanka and haiku. she is the key of b sharp.
she is award winning and legendary and highly sought after for lecturing on women’s rights and literary topics.
I am writing this as if everyone knows where she was born and who she was married to and how many books she has, etc. if you don’t know… look her up and land in love with poetry and prose. over. and over. again.
sonia sanchez, one of the reasons I have realized/actualized I must write.
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
When I approached 40, I had mixed emotions; I believed at that point I would then be officially a “Grown Woman” and all that 40 entails… like gray hair popping up uninvited, being considered “middle age” by folks in their 20’s & 30’s, your body acting all funny style and feeling some kind of strange way for no apparent reason, aches and pains that come out the blue… just a bunch of random nonsense as far as I was concerned!
And now that I’m 43, you know what I discovered? It’s All True!! Smh! All that goodness and more comes along with being a Woman in your 40’s!
But it’s not all bad mind you. The 40’s do bring about certain gifts that just aren’t apparent til later in life, because the reality is that some insights only become clear once you’ve lived a little and had a variety of life experiences to compare and contrast… and if you’re open, these experiences will definitely unlock and make it possible for you to extract some wisdom from them. As Women, we must trust in our inner strengths and the tools that we were born with and have cultivated over time, and just relax and allow the Universe to work through us.
Continue reading SHE CHRONICLES: Dawn Edwards “Clarity in the 40’s”
She Chronicles celebrates the feminine narrative through showcasing Her unique vernacular in literary contributions. “Women writing about other women responsibly.”
People think this is not a big message, women writing responsibly about other women. If so, the majority of female stage, screen and television actors would not be placed in story lines primarily due to their relation with children and/or their husbands/boyfriends. We would have more stories that detail a developed protagonist and her achievements. There are TONS of stories that have a lead male who has a mission/goal that he goes after ambitiously and then at night returns home to his wife and children or his girlfriend. This is the massive norm. The feminine narrative has been bent into shapes over so many years that it is literally unrecognizable. Her voice sits so politely on the couch or hangs so nicely creased in the closet it appears comfortable and satisfied. It is not.
Continue reading SHE CHRONICLES, and so we begin