RENEE DRUMMOND-BROWN

Renee Drummond-Brown

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.

Dedicated to: YOU’RE NOT THE FATHER!

A B.A.D. poem

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!

Dedicated to: B.A.D.

I knew all about your troubles; I had to cry sometimes.

All Rights Reserved@ January 2, 2017.

ONE ON ONE

Just saw this photo

of Ty,

and

reminisced

in my head

‘ov’r’

the years;

O’

them gyms

we played in.

Schenley High;

Fall league,

comes to mind.

Basketball

in her head,

heart,

and

hands.

Two thumbs up!!

Awesome layups

free throws,

foul shots;

always on point

‘whomever’

she guarded.

‘Ev’n’ when

against

my very own daughters.

Yeah

her cousins;

now that’s what’s up!!!

I recollect

Ty holding

her coaches baby

on her lap,

if

given a break.

Then

guarding her opponents,

rotating back

‘ov’r’ to us

WITH A KISS

‘anna’

SMILE

saying

“I’ll be back at half time”

‘ev’n’ if

for

a lil’ while!

Well God kept

Ty’s score.

Now she’s

on

point,

dribbling

The Fathers’ ball

halfway down court,

guarding His gate;

never needing

time out,

nor

worrying

‘bout’

who

she has to fake

out.

Score is never kept,

cause

she’s on

that

winning team:

“The Heavenly Host”

with none other

than

her Father,

His Son,

and the

Holy Ghost

AKA

The Trinity.

What a dream

on Ty’s team!!!

Ty

I ‘seen’ you play today

“One on One”

if only

a “cherry pick” away.

Dedicated to: LaShawn Lewis, in memory of her beloved daughter “Ty”

(HAPPY 27th BIRTHDAY TYLER “Ty”).

2017

A new day

from whence

we overcame.

What if

anything

will ever change?

Absolutely nothing!

In fact

life will resume

just the same.

We’ll lie

we’ll cry

we’ll cheat

even

make a

New Year’s resolution sheet;

tuck it away,

an’ sing

some of the very same ol’ same

in 1918.

What a shame

a new year.

Auld Lang Syne

waisted

time gone by

a different day

without

a shadow of a doubt

the same ol’

same ol’

game.

Dedicated to: Anew un-Happy New Year!

All Rights Reserved@ January 1, 2017.

NO HONOR AMONGST RATS!

Deprived

of strength,

power

and/or

efficiency;

weakened

to believe

SLAVERY

AIN’T

FOR FREE.

AKA

castrated thug;

once served

tHis country

as

thoroughbred

studs.

Pure breed.

NOT

made in China.

Rather,

Afrika’s

finest

of

finest

trees!

America’s creed:

We the people

For the people

By the people:

Castrate you

~~~~~

In the name of

The Father,

Son

and

Holy Spirit too!

A B.A.D. Poem

Dedicated to: Lest we forget Slavery.

No part of this poem may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without written permission from the author. All Rights Reserved@ March 11, 2017.

RENEE’ DRUMMOND-BROWN

RENEE’ DRUMMOND-BROWN, Renee’ Drummond-Brown is an accomplished poetess with experience in creative writing. She is a (Summa Cum Laude) graduate of Geneva College of Western Pennsylvania and graduate of The Center for Urban Biblical Ministry (CUBM). Renee’ is still in pursuit of excellence towards her mark for higher education.

She is working on her sixth 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, Realistic Poetry International, Scarlet Leaf Publishing House, SickLit Magazine, The Metro Gazette Publishing Company, Inc., Tuck, and Whispers Magazine just to name a few.

Civil Rights Activist, Ms. Rutha Mae Harris, Original Freedom Singer of the Civil Rights Movement, was responsible for having Drummond-Brown’s very first poem published in the Metro Gazette Publishing Company, Inc., in Albany, GA. Renee’ also has poetry published in several anthologies and honorable mentions to her credit in various writing outlets. The Multicultural Student Services Office of Geneva College presented her with 2nd prize in the Undergraduate Essay Contest. Renee’ also won and/or placed in several poetry contests globally.

She was Poet of the Month Winner in Our Poetry Archives, 2017, and in the prestigious Potpourri Poets/Artists Writing Community. The author has been interviewed by Urban Heroes Blog Talk Radio and her poetry aired on Fifth Wall Radio. She has even graced the cover of KWEE Magazine in the month of May, 2016. Her love for creative writing is undoubtedly displayed through her very unique style and her work solidifies her as a force to be reckoned with in the literary world of poetry. Renee’ is inspired by non-other than Dr. Maya Angelou, and because of her, Renee’ posits “Still I write, I write, and I’ll write!”