“Black Privilege is having to have the same sense of humor as Jesus, remember how he smiled on the cross? Black Privilege is a joke, a myth, a punchline…”
Tag Archives: slam poetry
it’s a poem
for the love of poetry, here’s: Saul Williams
SHE CHRONICLES: “Say Her Name” Video Post, Nikki Skies
“There is no fire next time, you should be on fire right now!”
This poem is from my new collection of poetry/prose, yardwork, available on Amazon or you can order an autographed copy.
SHE CHRONICLES Video Post: “Black Privilege” by Crystal Valentine
“Black Privilege is having to have the same sense of humor as Jesus, remember how he smiled on the cross? Black Privilege is a joke, a myth, a punchline…”
SHE CHRONICLES Video Post: “Dear Privilege by Amaris Diaz
“When does laughing at my name become part of the curriculum?… my name is not yours to edit.”
SHE CHRONICLES: “A Brown Girl’s Guide to Gender” Video Post by Aranya Johar
“We’re girls, women, human, not a burden.”
“Reverse Opinions”, a poem
One of the highlights of my 2017 was writing the poetry for the hit television drama, “Rebel”. This is one of my favorites! I mean come on, it starts out,
“You call me angry but you have a million ways to hate me…”
Be sure to watch all the first season of REBEL this week on BET.com. Â And check out the poetry for the series called REBEL YELL. Â Here is the full video for the poem, Reverse Opinions.
“Scoreboard”, a poem
I have loved Wu-Tang and Method Man for YEARS!!! So writing this poem for his relationship with his estranged wife was AMAZING! Another highlight of my 2017!
This video is entitled, “Scoreboard”
“Being Woke” a poem for REBEL
I must’ve mistaken breath for clouds /
my purpose for hand grenades
because, if this is not fire
I don’t know what living is.
If my hand isn’t in boiling water
or my thoughts at war
I don’t know a storm.
But somebody turned on the heat
And it’s not my jacket or coat
cause life has a way of
stripping away your fashion and
colorful bouquets of joy.
snatch your seat from under you
and make you stand
face to face with your past
toe to toe with love /
and as much as I want them both to be
the same,
they split me in half like mishandled glassware
make my sleep become / scattered marbles.
So I stay woke.
I see the cracks
I see the valleys
I feel the webs wrestle against
the satin of my face
I won’t take your hush money
or accept your violence as water
it doesn’t flow with the sunrise of my blues /
It ignored my SOS when I needed it most
so I will drive        I will push
I’m going to create furious thunder for the skies
blow rapids under the waves
I’m going to make you feel this bass pummel from my heart
not some timid toned treble
I heard you speak / I’m woke now,
what else would you expect from a
Rebel.
The poem, Being Woke, by Nikki Skies for Rebel on BET.
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