BRYAN WINSLOW

LADYFRIEND I.M.










sweet voiced temptress with
dark brown tresses who
offers me no stresses but
causes pulse to quicken often..
find out that i soften the hardshell surrounding me
around you..
call you sometimes,
just to hear the sound of you
possibly saying i'll call you black
Grin to myself
I'm ok with that because,
i can wait...
Hate the fact that I'm gumpish around you
And i know that gumpish isn't even a real word
But that's part of what I'm saying to you
I take the risk of sounding foolishWith the hope that maybe, you'll feel a little more comfortable
Special
If i tell you that I'll never call you baby
And mean it
And if you feeling special means that i have to call you by the name
Given you, which may prove to be quite an obstacle to me because
I barely call anyone by their given name
(I mean I call my mother Mom, and Grandma never named her that)
Then, i got you
Hello ladyfriend

Copyright 2011 Bryan Winslow

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BRANDON VITTNER

I Am Poem








I am thoughtful and hopeful.
I wonder why people think I'm a sophomore.
I hear my mom is getting better.
I see my grandparents getting older.
I want my dog to be a puppy again.
I am thoughtful and hopeful.

I pretend I'm still in middle school.
I feel like I'm growing up to fast.
I touch the pen in my hand.
I worry my dog won't be alive for another year.
I cry that my family is falling apart.
I am thoughtful and hopeful.

I understand that I need to be responsible.
I say I will be successful.
I dream to fix many problems.
I try to do the best I can.
I hope to leave a permanent mark in the world.
I am thoughtful and hopeful.

I Am Poem
I am bored.
I wonder when school is over.
I hear blah, blah, blah.
I see random words on this page.
I want to go home.
I am bored

I pretend I'm listening.
I feel like I'm going to fall asleep.
I touch the pencil and pretend i'm writing.
I worry I might miss my bus.
I cry inside that i want to go home.
I am bored.

I understand I should pay attention.
I say I want to go home.
I dream of going home.
I try to stay awake.
I am bored.

Copyright 2011 Brandon Vittner

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RONELLA ELLIS

UNTITLED





I’ve been released from the sterile touch of potential
Awakened
Seeing Steel ice bars convincingly warmed my perceptions of love in the past
No longer held captive
Melting in the poetic prose of time space and
the opportunity
To welcome an alternative theory of persistence

Waited for you
Waited for dreams to come true blue and maroon
these palpitations my heart drums would strike a cord so voluminous,
its power could beat light and sound across the finish line
I’m finished lying
To myself
without acknowledging your lack of matriculation
I’ve completed the course from which you’ve withdrawn Thinking
I was a head of the class
Never realizing as I passed love notes and wrote papers that
I was in a class all by myself
Looking for a nutty professor to teach me about the sanity of love
The sanctity of love could not evolve from this madness
Turns out you became a fad just
To disappear in a trend fashioned by selfish designer labels
Labeling my intentions an inner tag reading:
Made in your USA (Unavailable Sorry Ass)

And I uncloaked myself in you
I soaked this garment to wash by heart and hand
That which was too delicate for machines
Unable to handle the toss and twist of a full load
I rinsed and rung out tears that stained this cloth unclean
And hung you out to dry
Watching you drip away moments concealed in a factitious future
Causing me to become naked once more
And stand in a mirror with full appreciation for the stretch marks
Marking a stretch/my growth from this experience and for that I will always love you
Your garment called hope initially stood missing from my wardrobe when we met
yet became a uniform that imprisoned me
but faith broke me out from captivity and allowed me to add hope to my wardrobe
it became my fall/winter attire
now faith will retire fall and winter to weather the season of spring
planting the seeds to cover a land
cropping the confidence, clarity, and compassion needed
to materialize the reflection of a queen’s
essence as free flowing as a summer breeze


© 2011 Ronella Ellis

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MARIA S. DAVILA

TO MY MOTHER





Today is a remembrance of what I had lost. It took a toll and what a cost. It broke my soul. And ripped me apart. Shattered away I learned to restart. I had to learn to relive to release to let go. In all of my pain I had to show. That I could survive that I could go on. Living a life you gave me I had to carry no that you were gone. I had to rebuild a heart that was loving and kind. I had lost myself and had to re find. A way to live on a way to get by. To make it thru days when I didn't cry. But your smile was great your pain was so strong. It felt like a journey I had been on. But I know what you built here a person so strong. In that moment I knew you weren't wrong. You told me once I was tough. And I had to learn it with a lesson so rough. And I try my best to honor you in all the things that I do. You taught me stand strong in the things that I'd go thru. Mother my heart my angel in the sky. Dry my tears give me peace tonight. For my days are much longer my nights drag on by. Living these days till I close my eyes. I long for your love your smile that infectious laugh you had. I'm proud to say I love you our time make me glad. I took the time to love you to be your friend your child. And I will see you again no matter how long the while. My heart trapped your memories and there I will keep you. Where no one can touch you there you live true

© 2011 MaRia S. Davila

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LORRAINE TAYLOR

ELUSIVE LOVER











At a distance for miles around
I search for you, your pleasant smile
But you just seem so far away
I long for you, all night and day

I hope you are the man I’ve seen
In many of my liquid dreams
I can almost feel your gentle touch
You telling me you love me much

I imagine that you’re a chocolate drop
Who tastes my twin peaks and never stops
Who knows how to make my body sway
Trembling in orgasmic waves

But you just seem to be elusive
So I’ve come to a stark conclusion
That we will meet some other day
When you decide to come my way

© 2011 Lorraine Taylor

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A. SUPREME

COOL











I wear my sunglasses at night
Nevermind that the sky is devoid of light
Its only because as a general rule
The Artist must be always channeling cool

© 2011 A. Supreme

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LORRAINE TAYLOR

TENDER MERCY








Eloquent is her style
The dazzle of her smile
The façade she wears is thin
Don’t know what lies within

Her man’s no longer round
Asleep on some damn cloud
Can’t appear and just explain
Just how he brought them shame

Their kids one fine one not
In this deadly game of slots
Sometimes don’t understand
Why daddy dealt this hand

But mommy’s always there
She shares their common fears
Her kids always come first see
She calls this tender mercy.

© 2011 Lorraine Taylor

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BRENDA WHITE

MAMA YOU GAVE ME











Mama you gave life and a chance to live.
Not to mention the love, you willfully wanted to give.
Mama you gave me the nourishment's to help me grow,
and become who I was meant to be.
Not someone standing on a corner collecting a,
“what’s your pleasure “fee”.

Mama you gave me the necessary tools
for survival, like the lioness waiting for her cubs,
welcome to the world, arrival.

Mama you gave me the insight of your trials
and tribulations. Which taught me, that I must
put in my share of contribulations.
Mama you gave me the meaning of directions,
so that I can travel my path of independence
to make my own journey of corrections.

Mama you gave me the strength to be strong,
and the knowledge and wisdom to know,
what's right and wrong. Mama you gave me support,
guidance and so much more. Now I understand,
the lioness who taught her baby cubs, how to roar.

I thank God, my Mom allowed me to become who
I wanted to be, because her wisdom gave me inspiration
to keep writing and speaking the words.

© 2011 Brenda White

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ESMAT "MudVirus" MUKHTARZADA

WORKING THROUGH PAIN










The everlasting idea that some of you tend to disrupt my inner workings with
trivial ideas and inputs...that not only try to paint me a new color, but paint my own image with this falsehood idea that I am not doing anything but for the sole purpose of gaining some achievement [amongst people]...of getting a rank or just plain credit...I do what I do cause it's me [Epicness]...I work hard on my body to see where I can go with it, as well as my mind... Being a person that takes in the ideas of Art and the Universe as well as anything that is considered lower level ideas is what makes us all human and well rounded beings... If you have the hopes of bleaching me out... guess again, I stand on my own two feet, my hopes do not lay with you, but it is rather in me...I do not do these things to gain credit, but rather develop myself, and those around me [my Army...Hail!]...as a result my meditations are of the utmost important...The idea of working through pain is the main concept on the table...from whatever ails you... your inner workings is the way to take this approach, and advance it [the one way that you as an individual can] I build my Army because my Army builds me right back up...we all falter, waiver, digress...my meditations advance me, crippling these false colors that are used to imbue the idea of failing...[if you have a question on this...just ask, don't assume... and if you ridicule me...you lose out...in more ways than one] remember...No one can get rid of pain, nor can they live without it, it is a part of you as well as me, it cripples and colors you, but the idea always remains with me... that...you can...Work through Pain and come out as a solidified Soul [which is the only thing that matters...]

© 2011 Esmat Mukhtarzada

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RASHIDA VASSEL

VERBAL INTIMACY








IF I TOLD YOU I WAS CELIBATE
WOULD YOU BE ABLE TO PENETRATE MY MIND
CONNECT MORE INTELLECTUALLY
THAN YOU JUST TRYING TO HIT IT FROM BEHIND
PAY MORE ATTENTION TO WHAT I SAY
AND LESS TO MY PHYSICAL APPEARANCE
I'LL PUT ON A SHOW FOR YOU
WHERE YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE IN THE AUDIENCE
MY CONVERSATIONS ARE LIKE FOREPLAY
I WANT TO GET YOU IN THE MOOD
LET ME STRIP YOU OF YOUR THOUGHTS
AND LEAVE YOUR BRAIN IN THE NUDE
DON'T CARE WHAT PEOPLE SAY
I LIKE TO DO IT ON THE FIRST DATE
MY INTELLIGENCE IS SWEET
AND I WOULDN'T MIND GIVING YOU A TASTE
LET'S LAY IN THE BED OF KNOWLEDGE
AND SEE WHAT IT IS WE CAN REDEFINE
I'VE CONCLUDED THAT THE BEST LOVE MAKING BEGINS
WITH THE MIND

© 2011 Rashida Vassel

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KAREN GILL

UNTITLED







After all the dead ends & lessons learned,
through all the heartache & memories burned,
could you open your heart & risk love's deceit?
Or would you lick your wounds & accept defeat?

After all the tears you've cried, the broken pride,
through all the times they've lied, the pain inside,
could you open your eyes to your own surprise?
Or would you sever your ties & accept demise?

After all the sleepless nights, countless fights,
through all the bitter sights, wrongs & rights,
could you open your mind, never look behind?
Or would you stay confined & accept decline?

After all the dreadful name's, childish games,
through all the picture frames, faded flames,
could you open the door, to love once more?
Or would you recall before & be inclined to ignore?

After all the broken hearts, we'll one day find,,
through all our questions, true love is blind,
though a million things could knock us off our feet,
always remain discreet, for sweet love's deceit.

© 2011 Karen Gill

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RONELLA ELLIS

I BE










i be
the scream without a voice
the dream somewhat lost
in the shuffle
of cards dealt
they flip one side over
and I found in the end...
it's a misdeal
no spades
no face
just colors
and low numbers
don't even get a chance to
re-nig/or re-define
me

i be
waking and walking dead
grounded in hogs shhhh
it's no secret they keep giving me the slop
no one wants
they...taunt me
haunt me...in shadows
unseen
and I'm the fiend searching
lurking
around every corner
waiting for winter to come
but sunshine and rainbows
don't seem to fit in brown

i be
the sound of broken time
tick tock fists cocked
and ready to release
the bullets of rage
that's been caged
Maya said something about singing
but no one even hears me
anymore
any more in store
for me
and I just might call it quits
this life is too much
a chore

i be ignored
i be war/ing
i be hidden in your
deepest
darkest hue
swept under a rug
kept out of the view

the honest
the onyx
the truth is.......

no one considered these
colored girls
for we be
in every wombed man
in every god's hand
and every one will
stand
eventually
claim voice of self
I said
I BE
didn't you hear me
...the first time?

© 2011 Ronella Ellis

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CATHERINE HAGLER

RESPONSIBILITY







We were living in oppression
And it’s still a great depression
To see our black men so weak and weathered
In a game ruled on drugs, tricks and fame
Some of these men are one in the same
But what is the game? Can you honestly say?
You look like you living large when you don’t got a damn thing
You wanna be a leader and you wanna make it big
And when you make it no where wanna blame it on the man
Some kids are growing up to aspire to be nothing
To work hard enough for the gov to give them something
While their moms are working hard just to keep them out of trouble
But their working even harder just to see their money double
You see they rather take the risk of going to jail
Instead of going to school cuz their scared to fail
16 and pregnant, Maury, and teen mom
Have given young girls something else to aspire for
Pregnancy pacts and feelings of being left out
Have put these girls in a situation that they wish they could take back
But get up off your asses if you wanna be something
Ain’t nobody gon hand it to you, you gotta work for it
You gotta go to college, gotta get your education
Then get a job, maybe open up a business
And a woman’s worth, nah a woman scorned
Means nothing to a man whose hand is too strong
And yet and still, I see the same thing
As I walk down the block to these boys who think they’re men
Asking for my number for a chance down my pants
And his highest education? He completed ninth grade
when I’m walking down the block with a BA to my name
I’m sorry sir, you have nothing for me
When the only thing you offer is a baby and some weed
Stop having babies; keep your dick in your pants
And even if you do, try to be there for them men
Too many baby mamas and too many baby daddies
Where are all the husbands at, why can’t we stay together?
Why can’t we be a family and try to work it out?
The divorce rate is so high; we wonder what is this about?
We forget about unity, don’t even know what it means
To try to work together, cuz we gotta be a team
You see I grew up on the block this is nothing new to me
I’m just waiting for someone who’ll take responsibility.

© 2011 Catherine Hagler

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TANYA BKa BROOKLYN

FANTASY









Should I slip on that red dress you like
and bat my lashes like so?
Should I put on the heels that drive you wild
and switch my hips to and fro?
Shall I giggle at every joke you make,
while gently rubbing your arm?
Should I hang on to your every word,
enraptured by your charm?
Shall I be a proper lady while we're out there in the streets?
Should I practice rules of etiquette
upon whomever I meet?
Should I turn into a devil when we're back behind closed doors?
Should I be a sensual, seductress
leave you always wanting more?
Shall I cook your favorite meal,
watch you savor every bite?
Should I be a domestic diva during the day
then be your freak at night?
All this I can do and more,
for one who earns my appreciation.
So if this sounds like something that you'd like...
I'm accepting applications!

© 2011 Tanya BKa BrookLyn

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