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Sister SOS (Inspired by Kathleen Cleaver)

She’s heard more eulogies than poetry so I wrote this for her.

Amidst the sips of licorice tea, I asked her
“what would she do differently.”

She replied she’d “love as fearlessly as she fought
take more time,
soak the greens instead of rinse ’em”
research his heart as she did antiquity.

She truly believed that for years she had a melody
but never a song
no vibration
no balance
“conquer your souls duality” she told me
the world is depending on you to love
surrender, Sister.

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Nikki Skies, ©2007 Published in anthology of “His Rib: Stories Poems & Essays by HER” by Penmanship Publishing Group

fear wrestling

The merlot on my tongue
won’t allow me to speak.

I stain my pillow with attached prayers of something
better
betwixt the Ghana of my mane.

Afraid,
I walk with a cane looped to my belt to beat a fall
design distance from cerebral lessons

fear wrestling.
I wear tight shoes to ensure carefully calculated steps
abandon spontaneity
and disavow chances and dances with love.

taken from the book:

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“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.

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The poem, Being Woke, by Nikki Skies for Rebel on BET.

“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.

“Being Woke”, a poem for Rebel on BET

Here’s a snippet of the poem, “Being Woke” for the season finale of Rebel on BET.  Check your listings to watch the “edge of your seat” finale episode to season 1 and hear the lead actress, Danielle Monet Truitt, recite the entire poem.

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Get a Poetic Recap before the finale tonight!

Get a poetic recap to the hit drama, “REBEL” before the season 1 finale airs tonight!  Make sure you check your local listings and TUNE IN this edge of your seat finale.

Here you can find all things “REBEL” including the four poems I wrote for, “Rebel Yell”:

Almost a Lamentation
Bang Bang
Reverse Opinions
Score Board

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