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“Reverse Opinions” a poem for Rebel Yell

You call me angry
But you, have a million ways to hate me
So this isn’t anger / this is my confused face.

these lines on my forehead are
glass ceilings / eulogies / sexism and sermons
these lines are 400 year old collection notices
these lines are me not wanting to compete for every corner of my existence
this isn’t anger.
this is proper placement privilege
this is / been here    done that    and steady grinding
this is you mistaking me swallowing whole fruit for breasts
this is my lipstick protecting my smile when I kiss the moon at night
it’s not magical all days
sometimes I can’t abracadabra away feeling… “other”
sometimes it’s real survival tactics needed
these lines remind me where I hid bail money
where I’m safe to unbraid my fears and wash my past
this is an emotion you can’t repeat
cause you damn sure duplicate everything else about me
but this isn’t anger.
this is for my pushed back knuckles from
fighting traffic, hunting for low gas prices, scrimmaging through too ripe produce in my local grocery store,  you know / regular stuff
this isn’t anger
this is me demanding you stop displaying to the world there are exceptions to me being human
being woman / being protected /  be-ing loving / be-ing loved.
this is I don’t want the crime solved 30 years from now when the killer is probably in my breathing space

I’m not supposed to be offended when you call me angry?
But you,   -have a million ways to hate me
this isn’t anger.
this is my stay ready face. – by Nikki Skies for “Rebel Yell” on BET.com
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SHE CHRONICLES: “Almost a Lamentation” by Nikki Skies for ‘Rebel Yell’

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I hope you have been able to watch this season of “Rebel”!  As I shared a few months ago, I am the writer of the poetry for the show.  The lead actress parlays as a poet and I write her metaphors, analogies, similies and such 🙂

I also write for the online series updates, “Rebel Yell”.  Here is the first poem recited by the lead actress portrayed by the amazingly talented, Danielle Mone Truitt.  Enjoy,

“Almost a Lamentation”

 

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

Keeping My Nose This Time

       “It is not enough to be a woman writer. It is imperative that we are women writers who write about other women, responsibly.  Otherwise, we’ll continue to write rebuttals on misrepresentation or the utter absence of our literary presence.”

Recently I returned to the city that grew my art, Los Angeles, California.  It is not the city I was born and reared in, however; it is the city that I consider home.  Where I grew into a woman and an artist.

Not expecting anyone to write my story, a few years back I had the audacity to write a piece of Los Angeles poetry HERstory that was not talked about.  What prompts this post is, during my recent visit to Los Angeles when I spoke about this information in front of a crowd, I was asked to be mindful and tell the “whole story” of LA women in poetry.  Interestingly enough, I’ve never seen the “whole story” written by my male comrades nor during my visit did I hear any conversations that announced the “whole story” of women in poetry.  The four day span I was in Los Angeles, when “the good ‘ole days” conversations came up, there was a repeated rundown of the male figures that were prominent in the foundational game but the women were harmoniously absent from the listings.

Continue reading Keeping My Nose This Time

Why Promise

All I know is

he can’t feed them
and out of the pack
one is a sheep / and the other wolves
and they are leading the masses in the darkness of the forest.

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Their duality dwells low

so the teaching of climbing the oak tree to rattle the
leaves is not a thought
no home based knowledge to stir up conversation
simmer and brew some intellect

he just likes the attention
so he performs poetry.

from the poetry book, Pocket Honey, Wind & Hips

flavor for your ears

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When I seriously began to consider taking my art full-time, I collaborated with some amazing artists and created a poetry cd, “moody”.  Some poems are to music and others are acapella.  This project was complete right before I moved from Los Angeles to Atlanta and I toured with it and my poetry book, “Pocket H

oney, Wind & Hips” for almost two years.

I came across a few copies the other day and decided to share with you.  So, take a listen!  You may find some words/poetic story that you enjoy.

Listen to some tracks on Soundcloud

Here is “moody” on iTunes

or, be a wonderful person and support indie artist and get your autographed copy directly from me