“She received the fruit of the rain at the beginning of God’s mouth
and rubbed her belly for a sense of serendipity
you can’t tell me she ain’t fierce the way she always
embarrass you with the truth.”
“Women of warrior blood
a ritual of stares for superiority
and one word never needs to be spoken
It’s in her eyes
that reflect a promised lake of fire
to toss her divided soul
that pulls at her like a chariot with two head strong horses.”
“The Gods huddle over your recipes trying to decipher your chicken soup.”
“It don’t matter if I as 10 or 2, you still sat me down and told me the truth.”
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
Rebel Continue reading Allegiance, a poem for “Rebel”
Yellow plus blue makes green
Like blood on blue makes
times in these streets
even meaner when the oath
is covered and smothered to protect promotions and pension plans
instead of people’s freedom and hard worked land
You can get a round of drinks from co-workers
faster than the truth
or you might have better luck tracing my family tree
before the start of slavery
and that is practically impossible
so you keep asking
you keep tracing
you keep pacing with the sun’s shadows
and euphoric mist
while these bodies keep transitioning
energy moving on
but the control and power staying the same
ssssstuck on justice
a yearning that repeats like a speech impediment.
Got me / living life like a suicide note found
every morning at 7a.m.
can’t remember anything else but staying steady,
ready / like mother’s equipping
their children with breakfast bars backpacks and dash cams
bang! bang! bang! bang!
statue of liberty standing pretty holding a flame
that’s never lit my community
liberty bell never rang loud enough to level the playing field
So I’ll keep my ear to the streets and listen for the drums.
read the sweaty faces of over-worked people like /maps
interpret the colors in the swaying skirts
and the signals from framed smoke flowing from barbq pits
grant me the serenity to courageously stand oak tree tall and the wisdom to put a plan into action
I’m getting the last word!
Me against the world
Yellow plus blue makes green.
Like blood on blue makes /
times in these streets.
(performed by Danielle Mone Truitt of “Rebel“)
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