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Trayvon Martin Dedication: “Black is Just as Right”

15 Jul
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Ayvaunn Penn is an award-winning writer and author of Ephemeral Moments. This book of poetry and short stories addresses issues such as: struggles of faith, domestic abuse, racial injustice, a falling economy, and contemporary love – all through the eyes of a Christian. It is available for purchase on Create Space eStoreTo preview the book, click here To receive Ayvaunn’s daily Bible devotionals by email, click here.

Featured Poem of the Week: “Man Where the Leaders At” by Bernell Wesley

6 May

leaders at

Way back when I was young,

When things were good, when

Just to be on a bus was good enough,

When,

Kids acted like they should, when

They didn’t talk back,

Did their homework,

Because making good grades was yea, good,

Man, where the leaders at,

When, words like wack, crack, slack and jacked

Meant nothing to be alarmed about, when

Pants were worn way up, not way down, when

On the down low, meant you had more than one

Woman, not a woman and man

Man, where the leaders at, when

There were no policemen, metal detectors

In school lock-downs or Saturday in school arrests,

Man, where the leaders at,

Man, where the leaders at,

Man, where the leaders at.

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About the Author: 

“I am a junior at Georgia State University completing my degree in English with a concentration in Creative Writing and a minor in History. I was born on a sugar cane plantation outside of  Morgan City Louisiana 59 years ago. I am honored to have worked on Operation Moses, the first ever air lift of the Beta  Israel or Falashas from Sudan to America and Israel in 1984. I am [also] writing a script: Operation Moses: A Journey From a  Louisiana Sugar Cane Plantation To Africa.”
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Ayvaunn Penn is an award-winning writer and the author of Ephemeral Moments, a book of poetry and short stories from the Christian perspective, available on Amazon.com in the fall of 2013. She is also the founder of Your Black Poets. To receive Ayvaunn’s daily Bible devotionals by email, click here. Click to follow her on Twitter and Facebook.

Featured Poem of the Week: “Devil’s Game” by Alicia Cooper

23 Apr

violence-domestic

Satisfied, he falls asleep

Thoughts drifting into dreams

Mad as Hell, I lie awake

Struggling to bridle my screams

Traces of my stolen DNA

Sheathe his most private places

While bleeding cuts and purple bruises

Defile my most sacred spaces

I gently nudge him but he doesn’t stir,

So I connive a hasty retreat

But flashbacks of an invariable scene

Fill my mind with familiar speech,

“You’ll die before I let you go!”

He cautioned countless times

“No one will miss a dumb Black girl!

Killing nothing is no crime!”

His mean and hateful words reduced me,

Rocked my esteem to its very core

But that was then and this is now

I’ll be subdued no more!

My eyes shift to the nightstand

That rests on his side of the bed

The one that holds the cold yellow steel

Which he uses for Russian Roullette

My movement is quick but deliberate

As I slide deftly onto the rug

And tiptoe on aching and shaky legs

‘Round the bed of the man I once loved

My eyes remain fixed directly on his

As I creep ‘cross the carpeted floor

Apprehension begs me to please turn back

But a still voice whispers, “No more!”

I seize the knob with a trembling hand

And pull open the drawer with precision

My heart is racing like a runaway train

As I ponder the cost of my decision

But, I have no time for contemplation

And although I know it’s dead wrong

I choose life for me instead of for him

I must get back to where I belong

My deadly gold savior greets me

With a cold and malevolent grin

Where many nights he was my tormentor

Tonight he is my friend

Never one to handle this gun

It’s much heavier than I assumed

I have no clue if it’s loaded or not

Guess I’ll know in a second or two

It’s not that I’m happy that he’ll die tonight

But better him than me

This golden Glock was full of bullets

And now, so is he!

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About the Author: 

“My name is Alicia Cooper, and I live in Atlanta, GA. This poem was actually inspired by a group that I am in on FB that supports domestic violence victims. Listening to the individual stories of survival and the heartbreaking stories of those still going through it and their thoughts about how they would be able to escape, really spoke to me. I know the struggle of being involved in such a relationship and was able to get out, but some women never make it out, and if they do, sometimes it’s because they had to resort to violence themselves in order to obtain their ‘freedom.'”

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Ayvaunn Penn is an award-winning writer and the author of Ephemeral Moments, a book of poetry and short stories from the Christian perspective, available on Amazon.com in the fall of 2013. She is also the founder of Your Black Poets. To receive Ayvaunn’s daily Bible devotionals by email, click here. Click to follow her on Twitter and Facebook.

Featured Poem of the Week: “I Am More, I Am Me” by Angela Phillips

29 Jan

black woman painting

I was told to become who I was not

I was labeled outside of my name and then I forgot

I forgot who I was when I saw the images

Images portrayed of me that did not represent me

Yet these images were what they expected of me

Just because as far as their eyes could see, these women were the same color as me

Represent me? In what way do you mean?

I am more than just a body that they say is only good for sex

I am more than just a hair style that they say is fake

I am more than my nails that they say the Koreans made

I am more than just my eyes, I have a vision to see that in me lies the ability to be more than just a
drama queen

I am more than just my mouth that they say keeps me from getting a good black man

In my mouth speaks wisdom and truth that those who seek wisdom and truth can understand

I am more than just my legs they weren’t meant to only spread but to be a connector to my hips, my
ankles and my feet so I can walk out my God given destiny with integrity so please

Open your eyes to see past the culturally conditioned society

I am more than what they said I could never be

You see I already existed and there are many more like me

It’s not hard to find me if you are willing to see past the images they only want you to see

Open your eyes and see

I am more, I am me

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Angela Phillips, Maryland

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The founder of Your Black PoetsAyvaunn Penn is an award-winning writer pursuing her graduate degrees in dramatic  writing and acting. Click to follow her on Facebook and Twitter. To have Ayvaunn Penn feature your original poetry on Your Black Poets, click here.

Throwback Feature: “As I Grew Older” by Langston Hughes

7 Nov

Langston Hughes

It was a long time ago.
I have almost forgotten my dream.
But it was there then,
In front of me,
Bright like a sun–
My dream.
And then the wall rose,
Rose slowly,
Slowly,
Between me and my dream.
Rose until it touched the sky–
The wall.
Shadow.
I am black.
I lie down in the shadow.
No longer the light of my dream before me,
Above me.
Only the thick wall.
Only the shadow.
My hands!
My dark hands!
Break through the wall!
Find my dream!
Help me to shatter this darkness,
To smash this night,
To break this shadow
Into a thousand lights of sun,
Into a thousand whirling dreams
Of sun!

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Experience the power of the Penn. Keep writing, stay blessed, & stay tuned to Your Black Poets.

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Ayvaunn Penn is an award-winning writer pursuing her graduate degrees in dramatic writing and acting. To see her writings and services, click here. To have Ayvaunn Penn feature your original poetry on Your Black Poets, click here

Featured Video of the Week: “Spelling Father” by Marshall Davis Jones

26 Oct

 

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Experience the power of the Penn. Keep writing, stay blessed, & stay tuned to Your Black Poets.

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Ayvaunn Penn is an award-winning writer pursuing her graduate degrees in dramatic writing and acting. To see her writings and services, click here. To have Ayvaunn Penn feature your original poetry on Your Black Poets, click here

Featured Poem of the Week: “Unrequited” by Miss Quote

24 Oct

You watched me sell my pride to anyone who would buy it.

This fight is only for the strong and careless.

We are not meant to be sterile. There is something healthy about this mess.

When you aren’t around, I’m uninspired. My poetry goes to rest

If you treat it like a disease you will always seek a cure for our side effects.

Today I tasted the salt of your soul and wondered what made you so hypertensive at best.

Who are you without your complex?

Who the hell am I without my perplex?

Even as a coward, you maintain powerful intellect.

The world is your oyster and you don’t even own a pearl necklace?

I watched you with eyes blinking to my sunsets.

We are a defiant merger of sorts.

Human capital with commodities competing at a loss.

Who knew a cut is the same thing as the incisions it aborts?

Our connection isn’t cerebral. This is a colonizing spiritual contort.

Is this why the institution of marriage is less about love and more about courts?

I don’t want this anymore than tricks want magicians to support.

You make this hard even when reason is impotent.

I tore away your body to get to your naked soul.

It is the same reason we pick a flower and put it to our nose.

Spiritual instinct I suppose.

This era is the oasis where all inhibition grows.

It is a glorious day when men smell the burning of their own throne.

My child, there are many ways to love. Just ask your foes.

There is more that protects the hearts from bleeding out onto sleeves.

I have never prayed like this; just ask my knees.

It cannot be helped; emotions grow like weeds.

This fight is only for the strong and careless.

Oh he loved me not, he loved me best.

Unrequited love is always the type of fight that pride never forgets.

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Miss Quote

About the Author:

Miss Quote is a feminist force of unique talent and poise. Hailing from Montego Bay, Jamaica, which she regards playfully as her heartbeat, she is many things — singer, songwriter, actress, and author. Yet, her definition remains rooted in her spoken word persona, Miss Quote. She first appeared at open mics in South Florida under the mentorship of the late Will “Da Real One” Bell, a celebrated community activist and HBO Def Poet alumni. She can be found these days performing in cities around the globe with great passion and thoughtfullness, wanting more than to empower her audience. Her voice will speak to your mind and sing to your soul.

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Experience the power of the Penn. Keep writing, stay blessed, & stay tuned to Your Black Poets.

Spread the poetry revolution by clicking the image to become a fan on Facebook.

Ayvaunn Penn is an award-winning writer pursuing her graduate degrees in dramatic writing and acting. To see her writings and services, click here. To have Ayvaunn Penn feature your original poetry on Your Black Poets, click here

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