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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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“Scoreboard”, a poem by Nikki Skies for “Rebel Yell”on BET.com

Click to hear the new poem “Scoreboard” from Rebel Yell.  Listen as Rebel talks about her childhood and men wanting to settle ‘scores’ with her.

TUNE IN TO an all new “Rebel” Tuesday night at 10pm EST!

 

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.

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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: “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.