Poetry
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11 years ago today, I gave birth to the one, the only Sankara Kono. Mothering him is a topsy-turvy journey of joy. When he was 7 months old, I wrote the poem below for/about him. As evident by the photo, his determination lives! Happy birthday, my love! Sankara Mantra (7 Months) Lashes like mine. Eyes…
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As of this date I have accomplished the monumental task of reading two books from start to finish. It might seem counter- intuitive for a writer to have a problem completing the reading of a book but such is the nature of my life now. The two books read were Watershed by Percival Everett and…
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Several years ago, I, along with fellow members of an online poetry group agreed to participate in a poetry challenge. I don’t remember the exact perimeters of this particular challenge. I remember it had something to do with music. I remember I chose the song below and wrote the poem below that for the challenge.…
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The other day, roaming around my internal universe, I thought to myself, why not hand make your next book? Knowing next to nothing about the art, I went straight to Google. The best tutorial I saw was on thelateafternoon.com although my book is not going to be a scrap book so the idea of using cardboard,…
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Originally posted on Tichaona Chinyelu: Taking the book solely at face value, Song of Lawino & Song of Ocol are verses concerned with the disintegration of the marriage of Lawino, a rural African (Acoli) woman and Ocol, her western-educated husband. However, peeling back the cover of the words even a tiny bit reveals a woman…
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Originally posted on News for the Revolution: By BAR editor and senior columnist Margaret Kimberley December 3, 2014 Black Agenda Report ? Ferguson signifies the end of the age of Obama. It is a very sad end.” – Cornel West “For Wilson to publicly say that he would kill Brown again is too much for…
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Drowning in a reservoir of acute unconsciousness I searched for a lifeline, a paradigm of freedom And saw her face on a book in a window. I made it a crusade to get the funds Necessary to purchase the book And after reading the first page Something inside me said fuck being forlorn: FIGHT! And…
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Poetry for me has been like early biology lessons of the salamander. We’ve heard much lately about stem-cell research that may enable regeneration of human tissue. Such miracles have occurred in nature since the very beginning in the salamander. Salamanders, lizards, and other such creatures have the ability to regenerate limbs and other body parts.…
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Nonsense Makes Sense We tango sambo Manifesting delicious Delinquency to the tune Of tito Ditto machito & his afro-cubans Plantation palpitations Bandana fandango Somber sambo Santería celia Cruz middle passage Memorizing meringue Sherbro sho bro Talk that talk Tantalize romanticize Defecate delinquencies Until p diddy’s umbrella Is eunichized Colonial colón Original origami Paper tigers like…
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