POETRY Category

The Woman I Am

  I am not the woman, who once ruled, the Nile. I am not the woman, who led others to freedom on the Underground Railroad. I am not the woman, whom they crowned Ms. America. I am not the Woman, whose beauty they are marketing like art nouveau & Coca-Cola I am not the Woman […]

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THAT MAN

          That man thinks he is cool that the breeze from his lashes fluttering is what keeps my nipples erect. That man thinks he is an ordained musician that the shake of my hips is a response to his drum beat the snapping of my fingers tapping of my toes, raising […]

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Black Girl’s Sonnet

            Why was there no plan for My hand not betrothed, My path not paved? The future is not mine to see Despite all, love I still crave Bride price cannot be promised I make haste and do not arrive The elders demand homage Dreams have been endowed, and thrive […]

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Quilted Soul

          On Happy Days my hair is not nappy I have more than I owe and tomorrow I know I will be building pyramids On sad days, I remember that my place in Heaven is rented and the currency demanded is not the yen or dollar, But my essence. This will […]

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REQUIEM FOR AN AFRICAN PATRIOT

REQUIEM FOR AN AFRICAN PATRIOT “I have always regarded myself, in the first place, as an African Patriot.” Nelson Mandela, April 20, 1964 (Umkhonto we Sizwe—the Spear of the Nation) …we felt that without violence there would be no way open to the African people to succeed in their struggle against the principle of white […]

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Black People (America is Just Not That Into You)

Black People, Black People the verdict will never be in your favor Please no more marches no more petitions no more sit-ins America is just not that into you. You shall not overcome let hope die a merciful death Black President? You thought that was love? Ask yourself, are you better off in 2013, than […]

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La femme de couleur

Borrowed mother’s voice, To pay tribute. My aria ricochets. Have the dark clouds been banished? Are you dreaming of delicious blackberries? Has my song ransomed me? A dutiful daughter, I am a parody of an echo. These legacy chains bind me, silken sisterly knots, stirring soup in cast iron pots to feed the ‘strongmen, as […]

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Autobiography of a Goddess

Autobiography of a Goddess Emerging from the head of a god? fully formed from the sea? No, falling from a Cap-Haïtien mango tree a suckling, nourishing on sugarcane. Departing, same hemisphere, new city. an undocumented body in the elementary factory assembly line. Discovering language weaving tales like Scheherazade not to defer death but to invent […]

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