I admit I run up on cliffs then have to retreat But its because there’re these Lines in the sand that I just can’t see. Feels like sometimes I touch a stone and it turns into a leaf I seek freedom but find locks with keys out of reach I mean it’s like damn, can I get a map? I try to climb mountains but get trapped in these cracks I mean why Is the land set up like that? And then of course I have my own cliffs, traps, and dark valleys So life’s real interesting with all of these territories But what’s funny is that Despite all Slowly I’m starting to love even a crack’s glory starting to love riding the valleys edges and hills of my story And I’m even learning to love unlocking locks and making keys And appreciating all the sky’s Between mistaking rocks for leaves (c)2015 Kristin Richardson Jordan Continuing the poetry challenge. This is #4 of 5.
Baobab trees are known for their swollen stems and their ability to hold gallons of water their ancestral connection spiritually And their vitamin C rich fruit called ‘cream of tartar’ They live for thousands of years and share all that they’ve got with other plants animals and human beings Justice is like baobab trees its fruits feed revolutionaries and it’s strikingly beautiful even when there’re no leaves rationally, justice always holds water emotionally, it shades truth and the strength that taught her Lovingly, it’s just a sturdy beast with a trunk dozens of meters high and perpetually deep (c)2015 Kristin Richardson Jordan Continuing the poetry challenge. This is #3 of 5.
Continuing the poetry challenge. This is #2 of 5. Mules Fight Back I’ve been taught that the Black woman’s “lazy” the Black woman’s “mean” She’s just this crazy “Emasculator” or a “baby machine” A “hoochie mama” or a gluttonous mess I’m taught I’m nonsexual, oversexed or “sassy” at best And I’ve also been called stupid, emotional, unclean I’ve even been judged by those who call me their “queen” And I work like a beast but am stuck outside America’s dream Just trapped and attacked then labeled as “mean” But I am still here and I still demand to be seen I survive all! I victoriously breathe See you can think me your burden or feign me your daughter But I’m far from helpless I. am. impossible to slaughter I am neither a “hoe” Nor a “bitch” Nor a “foreigner” And though cops may kill me I’m far more than victim or mourner Cause I am the point where gendered race meets the principled argument and the shouts from the streets Put me down, cover me …
Mother America by Kristin Richardson Jordan America is the abusive mother I never should have had Way to young to have children She never really wanted me anyway Yet here I am outside the womb and taking up space Somehow she bore those hours of labor and nursed me so as a child I managed not to die but I still have this suicidal behavior and I won’t forget the times we’ve fought and how she beat me, my next of kin just so selfish yet still my mother I am often ashamed to admit that I often wonder if I might actually kill her in the middle of the night like it was just all wrong from the start but now it’s all stated and she’s right here and I’m right here as America still gave birth to me (c)2015 Kristin Richardson Jordan This post is responding toTiff Roma‘s 5 day poem challenge. This is my first of 5. I challenge Xi’an X Powers, Paris Amari, Raymond Vasquez, Janet Williams, K Qamar Cruz, …
A Lighter Shade of Black by Janet Williams is now at sister’s uptown bookstore PUBLIC READING AND BOOK SIGNING Tomorrow!! Wednesday Feb 25th 6pm – 8pm at Sister’s Uptown Bookstore 1942 Amsterdam Avenue New York, NY 10032 (212) 862-3680 All are welcome!! Lilly has just enough black not to be white and just enough white not to be black. As a slave caught in between two worlds she is kept out of the sun so as not to be burned by it’s rays and to keep her skin that tinge that the massa wanted. She is taught that she is slave yet she is also different from other slaves, distanced from those who work the fields. Her mother worries constantly about her virginity. In a boarder line that keeps her from fully feeling a part of either world, Lilly entertains notions of freedom while struggling with various challenges and figuring out her identity as a creamed colored girl. Through all her challenges, Lilly somehow finds the courage to redefine herself and chart a new path. This is …
Lilly has just enough black not to be white and just enough white not to be black. She is a Slave caught between two worlds… Pens Up Press is proud to announce a newly published book from our press: A Lighter Shade of Black by emerging author Janet E. Wilson! Book release, public reading and book signing on the 25th 6:00PM to 8:00PM at Sister’s Uptown Bookstore in Harlem, New York. All are welcome!! Details on the book and book signing below.
“Poverty is not an accident. Like slavery and apartheid it is man-made and can be removed by the actions of human beings” – Nelson Mandela I found myself thinking of this quote today as I agree with Nelson Mandela’s words.
Liberation Mic! TOMORROW Thursday January 28th, 7:00pm at the ANSWER COALITION OFFICE 2295 7th Ave. Harlem, NY 10030 Free!! (just $5 suggested donation, no one turned away) Sponsored by Uproar Poetry ALL ART WELCOME Come share a poem, story, rap, song, dance, comedy routine, instrumental piece…whatever moves you…or just come listen. This months theme is “Black Liberation”
Sharing this Assata poem and powerful video… No One Can Stop The Rain A poem by Assata Shakur Watch, the grass is growing. Watch, but don’t make it obvious. Let your eyes roam casually, but watch! In any prison yard, you can see it – growing. In the cracks, in the crevices, between the steel and the concrete,
Liberation Mic! THIS Thursday December 11th, 7:00pm at the ANSWER COALITION OFFICE 2295 7th Ave. Harlem, NY 10030 Free!! (just $5 suggested donation, no one turned away) Sponsored by Uproar Poetry, the ANSWER Coalition ALL ART WELCOME Come share a poem, story, rap, song, dance, comedy routine, instrumental piece…whatever moves you…or just come listen. This months theme is “Women in Struggle”