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a story in haiku

I.
After the fall storm
comes a rainbow and the smiles
stay / don’t hide from us

II.
Laugh at what they taught
hear my verbs and protect us
be father to all.

III.
Stop gambling your seeds
for a night to feel human
let divineness shine.

IV.
Open / not enter
love your womb and its’ future
don’t be forgotten.

V.
I preserve my world
in journals so my children
can eat without me.

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“Reverse Opinions”, a poem

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Be sure to watch all the first season of REBEL this week on BET.com.  And check out the poetry for the series called REBEL YELL.  Here is the full video for the poem, Reverse Opinions.

SHE CHRONICLES: “wanted:love” a poem by Noni Limar

i.
we are spinning on a tilted axis.
growth jilted like crashed jitneys.
two clogged stacked chimneys
with ancient rubble strapped
pain packed along the vertebrae of our spines.

we climb the wilted oak of offense,
roots deeply selfish
cloaked in the pretense of need.
our greed fumbles for logic thru blunt smoke.
sinks cheap bottlenecks into scarlet throats.
falters, praying good head & a firm stroke
can somehow beckon love.

ii.
but our lady, she is old.
abused by untold lovers
bold arrows covered & pressed
firm against her breast.

we cannot seduce this cupid
with our feigning dance of devotion.
she can smell our indifference,
denies the golden offerings of heat
stained sheets that reek of jealousy.

we cannot tempt with lack of trust.
there is no cover for our lust.
& so she rejects us.

iii.
we are young, stubborn & uneasy
with the unrequited legends of life.
we sharpen our knives with cutting wit.
if luv will not have us,
we will kidnap it, carve it, steal it, maim it
even rename it.
in the dead of night,
stealth covered black, we creep.
palms sweat heavy gripping 9s
we storm upon love
lungs livid as we shout—

iv.
we have no fathers
& thus, we have no honor.
our mothers tend the gardens of the tenement.
our teachers are penniless
their patience played so many hands of spades
the jokers themselves are bent.

we’ve been back bending for centuries.
keloid whips still traced in our bitterness.
we try & kiss
but our soured mouths revolt
with the stench of powerlessness.

we are bitches who try & hold
but  we are hoes
with unhealthy hearts.
we are niggas love deemed unworthy.

v.
on this nite,
we will have u love.
we will take u in.
our bones shall know affection & respect
our crowns will grow with grace
wild as lilies laced.
rebuild our wings, love.
plant acres of answered prayers.
cash checks paid by timeless dues  way past due.
from your plate we consume new food,
bask within enchanted gaze.

& if u evade,
we will seek you out in every cave.
blast you from the depths of every hell in every state.
we will hunt u love,
with a hunger that will never satiate.

noni

noni limar is a content creator, musician and love storyteller living in southern california.

SHE CHRONICLES: “For Mamas Who Have Considered Suicide While Loving Daughters With Open Wounds” a poem by Crystal Tennille Irby

If I could rename her, I would call her Oya.  She brought the rain/the storm/the thunder and lightening my heart needed.

I thought my womb would stretch/hips expand/body open for all my children to breath life.

I never imagined my teacher would come to me, age 11/a reflection of my brokenness/an unrelenting stare/unyielding hunger to be whole.

There was no escaping.  A time to heal had come, and so began the cycle of faith and fear.

I never imagined my daughter as a savior.  There would be nothing immaculate about her conception.  How I became a mother would be by birth.  But here she is, no marks to prove my body made room for her/to prove to my soul was given time to prepare for her. But she is here, breathing in all of my dreams as if I whispered them to her as she tossed and turned in my body.

She is a sphinx.  The fire burns but never destroys.  I have witnessed her sift through her own ashes at least three times.  For that, I do not take credit.  I am only here to remind her she has been resurrected before.

I relish in every raindrop/vigilant through every storm/faithful when the lightening strikes because I know rebirth is on the other side.  She has taught me to bury the dead/to forgive myself.  It is her grace I am most grateful for/her willingness to allow me to grow/to always allow me to hold her.  Even in the darkest hours, when our arms can’t seem to stretch around our bodies, I hold her in my heart/in my prayers.  I carry her like child in womb in my soul.

Continue reading SHE CHRONICLES: “For Mamas Who Have Considered Suicide While Loving Daughters With Open Wounds” a poem by Crystal Tennille Irby

SHE CHRONICLES: “bang bang” a poem by Nikki Skies for “Rebel Yell”

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“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!” – by Nikki Skies for “Rebel Yell”

Click the link and enjoy!

SHE CHRONICLES: “Enough” a poem by Deana Verse

The crazy part is that i know i dont miss you

i really truly miss what i thought we had so frikn bad
like an ache that wont leave…

i vascilate between living without you and and living with the lie you had presented me with

the lesser of three evils because either way i would wind up hurt
damn!

never been the lonely type

always been the drinking type

this lonely-ish mixed with drinking has invented a new type
at least for me

i would love to stumble upon in real life the facade we existed in for fake and take residence

i deserve it

you suck!

and you know you deserve that!

but i digress…

vodka plus emotions = this poem and had i not erased your number i would probably call you, but i erased itr for this very reason because i do not need to give myself something else to regret.

you were enough!

deanareed

Deana is a host, producer, event planner and writer living in Los Angeles.  The Ohio native remembers the day that a relentless depression pushed pen to pad resulting in her first poem.  Deana has hosted over 13 shows over the past ten years from charity events, fundraisers, music events and featured poetry shows.  She has been performing in the LA area for over 15 years and is considered a trailblazer for women performers, producers of poetry.

Find her on Facebook here

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!