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“Reverse Opinions” a poem for “Rebel Yell”

It’s Tuesday so you know that means “Rebel” comes on BET tonight!  Enjoy the last poem I wrote for the “Rebel Yell” series on BET.com entitled, “Reverse Opinions”.  AND TUNE IN TONIGHT!

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At The River, from the poetry cd “Moody”

“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.”

Allegiance, a poem for “Rebel”

Allegiance.

like rusted barbwire
nothing gets past me
over me

Never Bow
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”

bang, bang (a poem by Nikki Skies for “Rebel Yell”)

Bang!
Yellow plus blue makes green
Like blood on blue makes
mean
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
bang!

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
bang!
energy moving on
but the control and power staying the same
I remain
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.
bang! bang!
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

bang!

Yellow plus blue makes green.
Like blood on blue makes /
mean
times in these streets.

bang, bang

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(performed by Danielle Mone Truitt of “Rebel“)

Click here for the full video performance of “bang, bang” on BET.com

Tune in Tuesday at 10pm EST for an all new episode of REBEL.

almost a lamentation, (a poem by Nikki Skies for “Rebel Yell”)

The word love
inter-changes in my life / between a noun and a verb
like a bloom from a seed / without me knowing
until someone yells foul
and throws a wounded heart on the field.

And I’m not the only one
reminiscing and remixing / tea and lemonade.
hoping for a different outcome when it’s left in the sun
—— we still become bitter.
because it’s still us.
or maybe it’s me

trying to make new history
with the same songs
the same wrongs
the same long
days and nights
of wanting to be recognized or feeling justified
for the march in my walk
the bite in my talk

My love for you is always there,
a noun, like / friend.
Friends you won’t dime on cause their
life is worth gold
and their mistakes are splintered wood better buried.

I love the courage of my camouflage
and the
business of my blue
and I remained true
even when you abandoned me like an end of December Christmas tree
/ I hung you on my key ring with the other places I needed
to go back to.    I kept you –           around.

Love is like a boulder on my
shoulders
a landslide ready to give in
love starts moving when I add – i.n.g.
I suppose love is only a verb
when it comes to unapologetically loving

Me.

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(performed by Danielle Mone Truitt, “Rebel“)

almost a lamentation for “Rebel Yell” on BET.com
Click here for the full video

AND TUNE IN TUESDAY 10PM EST for a new episode of “Rebel”

The Poet TAKEOVER!

Join in sometime today between 10am-10pm EST.  I’ll come on and talk about my role in the series, writing poetry and even encouraging some prompts to hear from you poetic video posts. I hope you can tune in and share some of your work. Definitely tune in tonight for “Rebel” on BET, check your local listings for times.