Tag Archives: black female poets

“Ask Me” by Sioban Campbell of the UK

14 Sep

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Ayvaunn Penn is an award-winning writer pursuing her graduate degrees in dramatic writing and acting. She is also a freelance editorpoet, and spoken word artist. To publicize your poetry events on YBP for free, click here. To like Your Black Poets on Facebook, click here. To become Ayvaunn’s Facebook friend, click here.

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“G.O.Y.” by Nicole Anyadike of Abuja, Nigeria

12 Sep

God gave her the test. Not the test she takes in school, ignoring the rules, playing the teacher as a fool, sharing answers among the class while the nerds while they’re getting their last laugh. The test where God becomes the person she kneels down to and cries after she’s disrespected, ignored, skipped church for pre-marital sex and still goes around saying she’s blessed while her sinful soul is being caressed.

The test to prove her character of showing unconditional love for those that make the decision to implant a silent incision in her heart which progresses into a silent cry with salty tears evaporating from the surface of her skin which is her internal twin because they’re both hurting inside.

Who is she to get mad for wasting 17,531.6 hours of pure stress on…? Hurting inside because she’s a lost soul named “Question” who refuses to surrender and repaying each and everyone in evil currency while she’s battling malicious spirits of hatred, sorrow and loneliness rather it’s intentional or unintentional. Psychological abuse from her past, things that she aimed to do in a YOLO mentality which is now an unwanted pile of shit that flies feast on and becomes this annoying bill collector that her nor her family can save her from because the cost is too much, the currency is confusing because converting hatred, sorrow and loneliness VS living a happy life just seems to be insufficient and inconvenient at this point.

The sun is shinning but her problems become the shadow that hinders her. So she calls out for God waling those lungs which grasps the throat, turning her into the wheel of unfortune because a lifetime supply of air is only limited when you don’t have love.

After being inspired from a still black and white picture on Youtube listening to a song from two gifted hearts telling her to take off her cool…Wise words from Simba Castano told her: “To release yourself is to let loose of the man that stalks your spirit. For the man cloaks himself in your shadow. The man, extending to a blurb of breathing midst is your shadow. But then! release this man through your eyes, through those palms”

And then she’ll let the sounds of the almighty knocked reverberation into her. Progressively swifting her hands to greet and fold, praying for the soul recreation which will speak from testimony and wisdom along with the old tears that will attract magnets around the world.

Laugher, happiness and intelligence will slide out of her mouth like waterfalls which will arouse the 193 nations in the world for all of them to utter GOY out of their mouths.

Ever felt yourself crying tears of sadness because you still feel the bruises from your past? Then crying tears of joy because there is a second chance, and then crying tears of hope and faith for a better future.

With her hands lifted in the air feeling liberated with freedom and giving thanks to the Lord that me! Nicole Anyadike did not have to run and hide my face underground to worship the greatest man in heaven!

AND if the enemy says I don’t know nothin’ I know God is love and man can’t love none without God!  And I am no longer going to keep the burden of my mistake because it’s behind me and what I see following the order of operation for love. GOY! (God, other’s, yourself)

PEACE OUT!

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We turnin’ this world inside out, ya’ll.

Ayvaunn Penn is an award-winning writer pursuing her graduate degrees in dramatic writing and acting. She is also a freelance editorpoet, and spoken word artist. To publicize your poetry events on YBP for free, click here. To like Your Black Poets on Facebook, click here. To become Ayvaunn’s Facebook friend, click here.

“Thorn in my Side” by Ayvaunn Penn

9 Sep

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Ayvaunn Penn is an award-winning writer pursuing her graduate degrees in dramatic writing and acting. She is also a freelance editorpoet, and spoken word artist. To like Your Black Poets on Facebook, click here. To become Ayvaunn’s Facebook friend, click here.

“Pregnancy Gleam” by Nicole Anyadike

29 Aug

To the ones who don’t know… It’s not that you’re slow, but you let this guy take a piece of your soul and fill it up with his intentions and plant it right there… into your ovaries for 9 months of conception. Are you feeling lost? Lonely? Do you sometimes feel as if  you gave your goods to a dog like a piece of bologna? And you ask yourself.. how could that sweet loving bliss turn into something like this?

When the world and everything in it walked away from you, the sky turned blue. You accumulated your tears in a bucket as the neighbors watched the rain wash their window looking at the sky of blue thunder, while you’re trying to knock out the sounds of your emotions like we do when the Jehovah’s Witness arrives… who did you tell when you felt deprived?

Sometimes I wish I could of just scooped up your pile of tears and told you listen to your spirit when you got weak, and just  use it as purification for your face, because what breaks you can only make you. Sometimes I wish I could have replaced your hands with mine and sketched that outfit you said you couldn’t make come to life and paint those pictures of who really loves  you. Sometimes wish I could of caught you three months before you turned 16, because if I did… on August 26th the doctors wouldn’t have to hear you scream.

I know right now your soul is aching when it plays the piano in the dark. You collab with those creatures whom we are afraid of when they come out in the dark. But you make a BEAUTIFUL melody. If you were to play Beethoven in the dark, those graceful hands would touch the souls of those who were antiemetic. Your like a lantern in dark uniting those lost souls, locking hands and singing: “This little light of mine, I’m gonna let it shine, let it shine, let it shine, I’m gonna let it shine…”

With the 2 inches of body fat you used to pinch and label gut has how turned into 37 weeks of a mother and baby in development. You need to now find happiness within the man upstairs as your walking through the judgments of people from different points of view and laughing with those who aren’t true.

In 3 weeks, your baby is going to be here. But 205 days ago when that test came positive you were about to say no. As a mother, you gotta be the hawk for your family and it’s needs. I’m not saying all men are perfect, but when things not goin’ right you need to have your soul in place and use the skin from the Holy Bible as protection and mix those pages of wisdom with the cerebral fluid in your brain and store it like you would for your baby’s umbilical cord. B/c you may never know when your gonna need it.

Maintaining that systolic 120 and the dialostic 80. Trying to have less complications for her and her baby. Because the clock is ticking, there’s no script… this is reality. There’s only 84 600 seconds in a day, which gives her 24 hours and no room to play. She’s not living like she’s dying… wailing out that controversial motto: YOLO. Thank God, it wasn’t YOYO (you on your own) when the pressure was on her and the seed has grown. With God’s grace, she made it without being alone.  Don’t think this poem is to condone Teenage pregnancies its to keep those juvenile souls from roaming alone without  guidance from our Father in Heaven.

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Ayvaunn Penn is an award-winning writer pursuing her graduate degrees in dramatic writing and acting. She is also a freelance editorpoet, and spoken word artist. To like Your Black Poets on Facebook, click here. To become Ayvaunn’s Facebook friend, click here.

“Ponytail: A Poem for Gabby Douglas” by Jasmine Waiters

16 Aug

Oh yeah, now this is what I’m talking about — using poetry to positively impact society through raising awareness, provoking deep thought, and inward reflection. This young lady, by the name of Jasmine Waiters wrote a poem in honor of Olympic Gold Medalist Gabby Douglas. She calls upon the members of the African-American community to look beyond Gabby’s hair and focus on her accomplishments and the mark she has made in history not only for herself but for her people. Check out this viral video by Jasmine Waiters. Enjoy!

Ayvaunn Penn is an award winning writer pursuing her graduate degrees in dramatic writing and acting. She is also a freelance editorpoet, and spoken word artist. To like The Penn Speaks on Facebook, click here. To become Ayvaunn’s Facebook friend, click here.

Ayvaunn Penn Presents One of Her Original Poems: “Back-Hand”

6 Jun

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Ayvaunn Penn is a spoken word artist and an award winning writer completing her degree in English and philosophy. For more of her witty-word works click here.