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20 Reasons We Love “REBEL”

Being a woman is not a story, we cannot be placed as non-fiction on your shelf
It is a movement
a dance
an expansion of bones.
being a Woman is a lesson in astronomy.
cooking chili is a recipe and then it is done
being a Woman is not a story.
We are not dialogue to be used in moving a plot forward
We are more than fixtures in the home after work and school
We hold more than bedtime consultation sessions
We are not chili to be written as a recipe and then close the book once the dish is done.

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And this is what “Rebel” is about

      1. She is beautiful hairstyles and more
      2. She has impeccable taste in good looking men and more
      3. She is fearlessly learning the tango in predominately male environments
      4. in a home life with a father and brother to the military to the police force
      5. She is showing the peculiar walk of being African American in America
      6. the tightrope performance of being a Woman with self determination
      7. She speaks the language where

    “Im ok”, means terrified
    “And I’m good”, means I’m paralyzed
    but She makes it look like manicured oak trees on an antebellum tour

    8. She’s a mixture of Big Mama with a Ph.D. in Street Knowledge
    9. demanding that profit in death precedes her brother, not with or after

  1.          /his slain will not be in vain / this can’t be another Emmett Till / another                        Medgar Evers / another Oscar Grant
  2. we now know when we refuse to be silent
    10. we shut down freeways! block bucks that drench downtown power
    we raise bail money for the forgotten
    we move our stories from the page to the stage
    from minors to the big leagues
    we make everyone Say Her Name
    We tittie to mouth our babies at the pews on Sunday and at tea time on Monday
  3. We hold writers accountable to tell our truths / color our beauty, litter her with life

    11.  And they show Her allowance in letting Her body being pleased
    12.  Her occasional leisure in blowing trees to the wind

    being a Woman is not a story that is non-fiction and simply closed.

  4. This show insists we talk about
    13. care for the elderly
    14. the vulnerability of our Veterans
    15. homophobia
    16. when children become the parents
    17. when being black is stronger than blue
    18. when being black is stronger than making green
    when right is stronger than wrong
    19. when persistence forces police lieutenants to make night calls
    knocking on doors like parental phone calls after 9pm / humbling
    20. We love Rebel because she fights like            the race of stretch marks across once raised wombs
    She fights like lightening stripes, thunder bolts and tiger claws
    She is full of mistakes but not abandoned from perfection.

    If you haven’t seen “Rebel” you DO WANT TO BINGE WATCH the series before the finale on Tuesday.  The finale is an edge of the seat 60 minute ride! Go to BET.com for episode information.

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

tiresome tuesday

applaud Her broken heart poetry
then pass Her a notepad and fresh ink

She dies when rape is spoken of so desensitized.

Like a chipped fingernail or
wrecked car She can call and get
a claim number for
It doesn’t get renewed!

She just let it get used and disown its’ power
so next time he wants to
punch it
or break her back
or dig in dem guts
It won’t hurt
Her.

_____________________________
She chose to be one of the “unreported” stats.
I confronted my homophobia.
I re-defined my definitions of rape.
15 years later, I wrote The Town Dance.

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SHE CHRONICLES: Dawn Edwards “Clarity in the 40’s”

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.

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Join the REBELution!

Hi All,

I got a call last June that this new television, Rebel, needed another writer. The lead character parlays as a poet in her pasttime and they needed someone to write all the poetry for the series and the lead actor.  I TOOK THE GIG!  Make sure you tune in!  All the poetry was written by yours truly 🙂

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waking up

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“I can’t be a writer as a career.”
-then you won’t

“No one will understand my words.”
-then we won’t

“What the world doesn’t need is another writer!”
-then you won’t be one

Everyone doesn’t wake up with the notion to be a writer. A poet. A playwright. A novelist. But if you did,  follow that feeling with a sincere belief there is reasoning behind it and seek it.

Where ever you go, there you are so you might as well be happy.

Re-Membering Katrina, “When Chris Met Katrina”- a short story

The boat whistled its’ way through the waters and soon the screams of the women faded. The air was now filled with the constant yells of families sitting on roofs screaming for help.  They approached Memorial Medical Center and Chris decided to seek refuge there.  As he got closer, he could see through the lobby window hundreds of people camped inside.  Every seat was occupied and people were sprawled out on the floor with blankets.  Police were patrolling the doors.  Chris knocked but the policemen just stood and shook their heads in the negative.  Chris trudged through the water to the other side of the hospital and policemen were standing heavy guard at those doors too.  He knew besides the sore bones and loose teeth, he had no serious injury and they were not going to let him in.

Chris double tied his bag of food and treaded through the water on his tippy toes.  He began to reminisce on the summers growing up in New Orleans.  His father worked as a mechanic in a neighborhood shop and in the summer Chris would help out by washing the cars once he was done.  Afterwards, instead of joining his cousins down at the local swimming pool, he hung out with the neighborhood knuckle heads and smoked weed.  Or they convinced one of the older drunks to buy them liquor.  He was all of nine years old.  With the water slapping up against his chest and occasionally splashing in his face, he wished he had taken those swimming lessons instead.

A few blocks from the hospital, Chris found himself pacing in the water side by side with a dog.  The dog was a dark brown cocker spaniel probably looking for a dry place to rest his feet.  From atop, the dog seemed to be relaxed.  But he knew underneath he was probably  paddling his legs wild as the devil!  Chris remembered how easy it was to tread the dog paddle when he was younger so he picked his feet up to give it a try.  He quickly dipped in the thick, murky waters and emerged panicked.  He struggled to get his stance stable but soon regained his pace and continued down the street with the other stranded people.

A little ways down, Chris spotted the small boat and whistled to get their attention.  They acknowledged him by waving.  Other people began to whistle and try and make their way to the boat too so Chris picked up his pace.  The eyes of the dog swimming nearby were showing signs of exhaustion.  There was no telling how long the dog had been in the water.  The dog let out a bark, then went under the water.  Within seconds, his head reappeared and he began to bark in desperation.  Chris was mindful to stay as far away from the dog as possible to avoid being bitten.  The small boat reeved it’s engine as they waited for him.  The dog’s bark now became aggressive as he continued to swim towards Chris.  The men on the boat splashed water towards the dog to slow him down and distract  his concentration on swimming.

“Come on man!  Dat dog look mad or summin’!,” one of the men said.

Chris turned his head to witness the dog go under again.  He started to run on his tip toes because he knew he would get sprayed with the dirty water when the dog came back up.  He reached the boat and threw his bag of food aboard.  He could feel the water spray on the back of his neck as the dog shook its’ head.  The men reached down and pulled Chris on the boat.

“They wasn’t lettin’ nobody in down at the hospital huh?,” Gunner asked.

“Naw,” Chris simply replied.

The boat pulled away and the dog continued to swim behind it.  His eyes were bulging as he barked pleas of help.  There was nothing in sight for the dog to take refuge on.  The dog’s shiny, brown coat disappeared under the water a third time, not to emerge again.

a snippet from the short story book, Mississippi Window Cracks.

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Full Circle, a full moon

While my first writing love is poetry, my first on stage love is the theatre.  My BA is in theatre from Grambling State University and I performed all through high school and college in various genres.  I ultimately moved to Los Angeles with the dual mission to become an actress and writer.  As I continued to write, I fell in love with the dance of words in poetry and began to perform as a performance poet.  The rest is history. I’m not sure if I chose poetry or if poetry chose me but we damn sure got married!

My full circle story… June of 2016 I received a call that an upcoming television show needed a writer of poetry for the series because the lead character parlayed as a poet in her downtime.  The show, “Rebel”, is backed by executive producer and oscar nominated/emmy award winning director, John Singleton.  Without hesitation, I accepted!  And a few weeks later, I was told that I was being written in as the lead actresses’ poetry rival.  Having not prayed on being an actress in years, they were being answered some 15 years later.  So off to Los Angeles I went…

2017-01-05_05.42.15.jpg  Two of my poems had already been accepted and taped for the series so I was showing up as not only an actor for an episode but a writer.  MIND BLOWING!!!  I was so nervous that my lines would not stick in my memory.  I was so nervous, I shut down and was totally shy and quiet on set.  But I was there and had to perform.

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