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anticipating the journey
I am beyond thrilled to have the opportunity to blend my passion for theatre and black women’s studies into my personalized scholarship. I have been thinking about this relationship for years… as a matter of fact, I had been doing this for years. I had been reading and applying the works of Toni Morrison, June Jordan and Alice Walker to my samples of how black women authors should perform as professional writers and how their works, when centering Black Women, may affect the audiences that read them. I created She Chronicles in response to this interest.
As I continue to journey along with being an artist and activist for a more balanced literary representation of Black Women, so does my engagement with the public. Please take a visit to my new patreon page https://www.patreon.com/SheChronicles.
And don’t forget to get your submissions ready for She Chronicles 2021! https://nikkiskies.wordpress.com/submissions-for-she-chronicles-2016/
then there is life…
I honestly don’t know where to start…
do I begin with –
my change in plans for grad school (just changing paths)
that I finished my next novel
that I have truly and sincerely fallen back in love with theatre
that my oldest is in her final year of high school and we are finalizing her college choices
due to school, I miss creative writing as much as I thought I would.
I love blogging. This is my way of staying in touch with the keyboard.
This is talking to words.
I know I haven’t touched base with you all in awhile, but
then there is life.
earth tones
verbs not metaphors
So today is not about the colorful way in which we intend to do something. Just DO
She Chronicles presents, “I Won’t Lie For Her” by Gianni North
I read an article the other day about a high school girl who refused to stand for the “Pledge of Allegiance.” I saw myself in her. I did the same thing when I was in eighth grade. At the time, Los Angeles felt post-apocalyptic. We were only a few years removed from the Latasha Harlins case and the LA Riots. My Black and Brown friends were being assaulted and handcuffed for no reason, murdered with impunity and many fell prey to mandatory minimums. I watched as children of immigrants jumped from the second-story windows of my junior high school to protest threats of deportation from a country that was stolen from their ancestors. I walked past homeless people begging to be seen as humans. Gay friends could not walk hand-in-hand. So I could not understand how I could be asked to pledge allegiance when I knew “with liberty and justice for all” was bullshit. It still is.
The young protester was expelled from school. She filed a lawsuit, determined to hold the Constitution to its promise. I hope she wins; but I’m a cynic. Even if she wins in court, she’s fighting to be readmitted to complete an inadequate education. S.T.E.M. classes are undervalued. Books are being removed from English and history classes for being too offensive. All that’s left are watered down texts perpetrated as knowledge. They won’t tell our kids the truth. If they did, the system could not train them to be new slaves.
I want to write this young woman a note of encouragement. I want to tell her not standing means something; but I can’t. Just as my mother couldn’t tell me.
I love my country. She taught me “God Bless America” in elementary. I sang with sincerity and my hand over my heart, but that was before I learned the history America wants to forget. She doesn’t want to talk about the European men who raped, murdered, robbed, and left her in bloody pieces. She tries to distract me with patriotism, but she can’t hide the truth. This is not the “give me your tired, your poor huddled masses yearning to breathe free” America. I have hope for that America. I’m willing to fight for that America. The truth is that version of our country is still just an idea written on old paper. It is the truth America fears the young protester already knows.
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Gianni North
For bio and more works, visit: Indiefemme (Independent Women Making Independent Films)
She Chronicles presents, “Notions” by Sandra Rivers-Gill
When she was a girl in those days
Her Mama bought a piece of mosaic fabric
Weaved salvaged edges into historical truth
I heard her say
You could buy a piece of mosaic fabric
For ten cent a yard
She resounded with clarity
Through her veil of trimmed notions
For ten cent a yard
Inspiration was sewn into our lineage
Preserving amid the crow of notions
Her Mama made sack dresses from lack
Stitched threads that spurred our lineage
To crease hems in place of mediocrity
Sack clothing was made with praising hands
Because Southern crops impaled the boll of grasps
She turned to hymns instead of idle hands
And waved them like her Mama’s kinfolk
Who toiled fields that impaled their grasps
But their unbreakable spirit was their balm
Her Mama was as immovable as her kinfolk
She was vigilant and strong and learned
How to wear unbreakable spirit like a balm
That worked narratives into folded seams
She trained her daughters to be watchful; to study
How to buy yards of the mosaic fabric
And line their narratives into the upright seams
We weave our salvaged edges with tangible truth
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A native of Toledo Ohio, Sandra Rivers-Gill is an award-winning poet,
writer, performer and playwright. Her literary work has appeared, or is forthcoming in Common Threads, Toledo Streets Newspaper, the Toledo
Museum of Art (Online), Flights Literary Magazine and The Kerf. Sandra
served as the 2016 Literary chairperson for the Prizm Creative Community
Art-Affair Exhibition, and has been a featured poet in Toledo and
Dayton, Ohio and continues to read and perform her poetry. She
currently facilitates poetry workshops at Naomi Inc., a non-profit
treatment facility for women in recovery from alcohol and drug abuse and
is the editor of Dopeless Hope Fiends, a poetry chapbook featuring the
work of the women she serves. Sandra studied communication and received
a Bachelor’s degree from the University of Toledo.
She Chronicles presents “She Is Spirit, She Is Truth” by a Wise Woman
When a Phoenix rises from the ashes
She does not rise alone
She carries in Her wings
seedlings weighted in light not shone
She cradles them upon Her breasts
nurturing them with life-giving breath
She casts down the lies of oppression
they have been taught to believe is their destiny
Instead builds them up in Truth
to know they are to be
so much more than
just a dead epiphany
She strengthens their wings to soar
beyond the world’s interpretation
of who they should be…
imprisoned instead of free
She is mighty, She is fierce
Her wings an impenetrable fortress
protecting Her young from
the deadly arrows that pierce
She will fight and give Her life
She will weep the aches and bleed
the pain that is not Her own
for the seeds of Her womb
Yes, the Phoenix is a Mother
birthing spirits that fly beyond
to lead others out of their blindness
that only sees skin color, poverty, hopelessness
For you see, the Phoenix is not myth or legend
and cannot be seen by the eye of mankind
She is Spirit, She is Truth dwelling in empyrean heights
but upon this earth She is seen, and She is known
by another name…
WOMAN
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