Poetry

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By

Renee Drummond-Brown

 

 

Go To Hell!

 

 

Restore

that blind mans’

sight.

Give

that murderer

a second chance

at life.

 

Take away

those drugs.

Mature

that hooligan thug.

Feed

that crack baby.

Addiction

to bondage

minus

the subjugation

of slavery.

 

Black lives matter?

Yeah right!

If not here;

then where?

Definitely,

 in the

hereafter.

 

Bang; bang

shoot ‘em’ dead

an’ let

that piece of steel

be still;

and/or

“Go to Hell”

die ‘tryin’

if

you will.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Trouble in My Way; I ‘Gotta’ Cry Sometime

 

 

Us black women

know ‘bout’ trouble.

No one hears

our faintest cries.

Nor

answers us

by and by.

 

In fact,

we come

under

ALL MANNER

of everyone’s attack.

After

attack

after attack.

But,

we press on,

burying

our sons

after

son

after sons.

 

And yet,

still yet,

with a smile

we give good measure

pressed down

shaken fold

together.

 

And still yet,

who cares

bout any o’ that?

We’re to have

absolutely

no feelings at all.

Cause

Maya said

“we rise”

“we rise”

“we rise”

but I say

“we fall”

“we fall”

“we fell”

from grace;

sheer disgrace.

What happened to the black woman?

What has she become?

She breast fed a nation

AND FORGOT

to feed

her very own!!!

 

All that’s left

is a ‘breastless’

mother

with

an empty chest.

But remember

“we rise”

“we rise”

“we rise”.

BUT

FOR WHAT?

No one’s even there

to catch us.

Nor

do they care

when ‘WE’ fall.

Lest we forget.

 

Shadrach,

Meshach

and a B.A.D. Negro;

WE WAS THERE

WITH YOU

in that fiery furnace

ALSO.

DON’T YOU THINK

a black woman

don’t know.

Although a skeleton;

one thing for sure

two

for certain,

we know

we know

we know

how to eat us

some crow

and

we ALSO know

‘bout’ troubles,

THIS

FOR CERTAIN

I

DO

KNOW!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tom, Dick, Harry and John

 

 

She struggles,

for she

knows not what she does.

Excuse after excuse;

“what had ‘happen’ ‘wuz’….

 

‘Naw’ ‘cuz’~~~

 

The sins of the mother

fall harder

on the daughter,

and her daughter,

and her daughter

and her daughter

alike.

 

Just like the kiss of death;

but then again

a kiss

is just a kiss

is just a kiss,

but

that’s not what they’re after.

A hit or miss

at its best.

You guessed;

pain before pleasure.

Did someone mention

lust

???

Maybe not.

 

Momma

entertains

man after man.

So,

if she can do IT;

so be it,

her daughters can

and so can her grans

and so forth

and so on~~~

Like Marvin Gaye’s 78

scratched

“Let’s get it on”

and on

and on

an on.

After-all,

them daddies been long gone

in the wind.

Therefore,

 every

Tom, Dick and Harry

is equivalent

to a John’

Say it ain’t so?

 

Yeah

we know the deal

and she knows

for real.

She definitely knows

???

 

Season’s come

so,

they won’t live on

but

the wild seed

saturates

her entrenched wound

before the coming of the next sun

which springs forth

leaps and bound;

rearing up

every Tom,

Dick

Harry

and

John.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Renee Drummond Brown

Renee’ Drummond-Brown, is an accomplished poetess/writer. She is a graduate of Geneva College of Western Pennsylvania and The Center for Urban Biblical Ministry (CUBM) with experience in creative writing. She is working on her fourth book and has numerous works published globally which can be seen in cubm.org/news, KWEE Magazine (Liberian L. Review), Leaves of Ink Magazine, New Pittsburgh Courier, Raven Cage Poetry and Prose Ezine Magazine, Realistic Poetry International, Scarlet Leaf Publishing House, SickLit Magazine, The Metro Gazette Publishing Company, Inc., Tuck, and Whispers Magazine just to name a few. Her love for creative writing is undoubtedly displayed through her very unique style of poetry. Renee’ is inspired by non-other than Dr. Maya Angelou, because of her, Renee’ posits “Still I write, I write, and I’ll write!”