August 9, 2016 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

Mbissine Thérèse Diop



Renee Drummond-Brown



Who Are We?



I don’t know us anymore

Has time re-written our lies

Do we not speak

Of truths



Rely on blind guides

The poetic scribes

Tell tales




For all time

Don’t know us anymore

No heart beat

Nada rhythm

Nor rhyme

Just texting’s left



Zombies silently cry

Who are we?

I don’t know anymore.










9 Months



Summer fun

‘Jus’ begun



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


You don’t yell”

She ‘say’ze’


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’


‘I’z’ different

Not me

‘I’z’ ‘luv’ me ‘sum you”

She ‘say’ze’

“God…WHAT… do I do?”

He ‘say’ze’


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


Momma’s madder ‘den’ HELL

Satan ‘ain’t even ‘dat’ HOT!!!

7-8 months

‘I’z’ all alone

‘Ev’ryones’ ‘laughin’


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










Renee Drummond Brown

I was born in North Carolina, at Camp Lejeune US Naval Hospital and am a graduate of Geneva College of Pennsylvania. My love for creative writing is undoubtedly displayed through my very unique style of poetry. My poetry is inspired by God and Dr. Maya Angelou. Because of them I pledge this: “Still I write, I write, and I’ll write!” “Renee’s Poems with Wings are Words in Flight” is flown across the seas by God’s raven. There are several Scriptures that I love; however, this one speaks volumes during this ‘season’: “And he sent forth a raven, which went forth to and fro, until the waters were dried up from off the earth.” (Genesis 8:7 KJV).

1 Comment

  1. Krista S Clark August 09, at 13:19

    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!


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