Mbissine Thérèse Diop
By
Renee Drummond-Brown
Who Are We?
I don’t know us anymore
Has time re-written our lies
Do we not speak
Of truths
Yet
Rely on blind guides
The poetic scribes
Tell tales
O’
Seasons
For all time
Don’t know us anymore
No heart beat
Nada rhythm
Nor rhyme
Just texting’s left
As
Zombies silently cry
Who are we?
I don’t know anymore.
9 Months
Summer fun
‘Jus’ begun
‘Peakin’
‘Sneakin’
On ‘da’ run
He ‘say’ze’
‘Inna’ sweet ‘talkin’ way
“Let me get a ‘lil’
‘sumtin’; ‘sumtin’”
She ‘say’ze’
“NO WAY!!!”
Mommas ‘commin’
He ‘say’ze’
“I won’t tell
If…
You don’t yell”
She ‘say’ze’
“No!!!
Don’t ‘wanna’ go to hell
‘Imma’ Christian girl ‘ya’ SEE,
‘An’ Momma ‘say’ze’
“Babies WILL for ‘sho’
Make a man leave”
He ‘say’ze’
“No!!!
‘I’z’ different
Not me
‘I’z’ ‘luv’ me ‘sum you”
She ‘say’ze’
“God…WHAT… do I do?”
He ‘say’ze’
“PLEEEASE…
No one has to know”
She ‘say’ze’
“Father God, which way do I go?”
He ‘say’ze’
“Promise, no one has to know”
She ‘say’ze’
“But…Momma warned me so”
He ‘say’ze’
“‘Jus’ give in”
She ‘say’ze’
“You ‘stikin’ ‘wit’ me, ‘til’ the very end?”
He ‘say’ze’
“For sho; for sho, ‘you’ze’ ‘mo’ ‘den’ a friend”
2 months later
Haven’t heard from him
No forwarding address,
Can’t be found
Baby bump begins
4 to 6 months
‘Jus’ ‘an’ after thought
Well…
Momma’s madder ‘den’ HELL
Satan ‘ain’t even ‘dat’ HOT!!!
7-8 months
‘I’z’ all alone
‘Ev’ryones’ ‘laughin’
Well
You know…
This is that,
That’s how ‘da’ story goes
Schools at home
Did I mention
She’s 12 years ol’
He’s 18 or so…
Well…maybe 30 years ol’
Give ‘er’ take
Momma points fingers
‘Wit’ a blame game
Adam ‘an’ Eve
Ain’t even got ‘dis’ ‘kinda’ shame
Come to find out…
We’ze’ don’t ev’n know his REAL name
All she had to do ‘wuz’
Listen to God
‘An’ ‘there’d’ be
NO daughter and/or son
Excellent poetry! My favorite of the two is 9 months. I absolutely love the writers unique sassy style. Her words read like music with a down south jazzy beat. Awesome use of imagery. Magnificent!