RENEE’ DRUMMOND-BROWN

RENEE’ DRUMMOND-BROWN

HAVE IT YOUR WAY

By: Author: Renee’ Drummond-Brown

Two all beef prose

Special words

Literature

Consonance

Poetry

Onomatopoeia

On a

Stanza seed bun.

Dedicated To: You Deserve a Break Today

A B.A.D. Poem

(Authored: “A B.A.D. Poem”, “The Power of the Pen”, “SOLD: TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER”, “Renee’s Poems with Wings are Words in Flight-I’ll Write Our Wrongs” and e-Book: “Renee’s Poems with Wings are Words in Flight”).

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@April 7, 2017.

JUDAH MOURNETH

“Judah mourneth,

and the gates thereof languish:

they are black unto the ground;

and the cry of Jerusalem is gone up”

(Jeremiah 14:2 KJV).

Father God,

I thank you,

for teaching

me;

be true

to thine self!

Now that’s

what’s up.

America,

what’s ‘our’ shame?

One minute

we’re

Afro American,

African,

Black,

Colored,

Negro,

‘anna’

Νίγερ;

yep,

it’s

all the same.

“Judah mourneth,

and the gates thereof languish:

they are black unto the ground;

and the cry of Jerusalem is gone up”

(Jeremiah 14:2 KJV).

Father God,

‘we’

thank you,

for teaching

us;

be true

to thine self!

Now that’s

what’s up.

Judah,

Benjamin and Levi;

for ‘us’,

we finally get it;

you’ve cried!!!

America,

‘JUST’

what

is

‘our’

crime?

Today, tomorrow

and

 yesterday

has come;

“Now there were in the church that was at Antioch certain prophets

and teachers;

as Barnabas,

and Simeon that was called Niger,

and Lucius of Cyrene,

and Manaen,

which had been brought up with Herod the tetrarch,

and Saul.

As they ministered to the Lord,

and fasted,

the Holy Ghost said,

Separate me Barnabas and Saul for the work whereunto I have called them”

(Acts 13:1-2).

Aww,

‘NOW’

I ‘SEE’

I ‘wuz’ made

in the image of He;

I look

‘JUST’

like Him!

So,

call me

‘WHAT’

you please:

Afro American,

African,

Black,

Colored,

Negro,

‘anna’

Νίγερ;

yep,

it’s

all the same.

But one ‘thang’ ‘fo’ ‘sho’

two for certain;

unlike Judah,

I mourn

no more.~~~

GUILTY AS CHARGED;

I’ve learned

how to

‘LOVE’

me

some me!!!

Dedicated to:  Νίγερ.

A B.A.D. Poem

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‘KILLIN’ ME SOFTLY WITH HIS BABIES

 (APRIL FOOLS; LOVE POETRY CONTEST POEM.

Hosted by: Deborah Brooks Langford)

There once

was

a woman

from Oz,

who had

100 ‘KIDS’;

different dads

by far.

She was

‘THAT’

Ol’ lady

who lived

in

prada shoes.

Too many

‘chillins’

she knew not

what

to do.

You guessed right,

Humpty Dumpty

comes along;

killing her softly

with

Roberta Flack

and

Lauren Hill’s

copyrighted

songs.

Gives her 10 more babes

before long;

he too

fell

“OFF THE WALL”.

BUT WAIT~~~

MJ sang that song;

something had

done gone wrong~~~

He too

was accused

of a son;

now

Billie Jean,

he said

“you ain’t the one

‘THAT KID’S’

‘NOT’

‘MY’ SON!”

Along comes

Mr. Spider

who sat down

beside her,

an’ oops

there it is…

PREGNANT,

TWINS;

who

he said

“twasn’t his”

???

So,

she sat her eyes on

Mary’s lil’ lamb

who looked liked

the marrying type

of a man;

to say

I do

fast as he can!!

But it was said,

he gave her 10 more kids

an’

ditched her

bare-foot

instead.

Now

she struggles

up and down

them tiresome

lonely hills.

Who would’ve ‘thunk’

Jack and Jill

to

come along,

fetching her

a pale of water;

scolding her

‘sustah’ girl;

“better sell them

prada’s

for your

sons

and/or

daughters

cause

welfare’s been

long gone.

So,

step aside

an’ let us through

cause we ain’t

Rapping Ronald Reagan

who got

cheese for you!”

A B.A.D. Poem

Dedicated to: Ol’ lady in prada shoes; so many children she needed the matching purse too! Chaaarge!!!

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HIS ‘N’ HERS

Her

hair is grey.

Her

hands are old

and

decrepit.

He

decides

to leave;

after all

her

step ‘n’ ‘fetchin’ it.

Her

ankles are swollen.

Her

feet are crusted.

Her

eyes

no longer

‘SEE’.

Her

frail heart,

she so

trusted in;

is as

weak

as

cataracts~~~

can be!

Her

hair is grey.

Her

hands are old

and

decrepit.

He

decides

to leave;

after all

her

step ‘n’ ‘fetchin’ it.

Her

mind is feeble;

*some-what*

long gone.

Her youth

is of

ancient old.

History

‘sangs’

her

a dreadful song.

But,

for God;

she

still loves

on

and on

and on~~~

REAL

HARD!

Her

hair is grey.

Her

hands are old

and

decrepit.

He

decides

to leave;

after all

her

step ‘n’ ‘fetchin’ it.

He

never saw

Alzheimer’s

coming.

No,

not he,

nor

her.

Never once;

never

at all.

Come what may.

Her

hair is grey.

Her

hands are old

and

decrepit.

‘HIS’

‘MIND’ 

decides

to leave;

But

her’s

‘STAYS’

to

step ‘n’ ‘fetchin’ it.

A B.A.D. Poem

Dedicated to: A mind is a terrible ‘thang’ to waist so ‘WATCH’ WHO YOU DOG’!

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RENEE’ B. DRUMMOND

RENEE’ B. DRUMMOND is a renown poetria and artist from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. She is the author of: The Power of the Pen, SOLD TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER, Renee’s Poems with Wings are Words in Flight-I’ll Write Our Wrongs, and Renee’s Poems with Wings are Words in Flight. Her work is viewed on a global scale and 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, because of her, Renee’ posits “Still I write, I write, and I’ll write!”