RENEE’ DRUMMOND-BROWN

RENEE’ DRUMMOND-BROWN

ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST... AND ANOTHER ONE OF “US” GONE.

We lamented in Ramah,

with bitter weeping for our CHILDREN.

HOW LONG?

We refuse to be comforted

because THEY still are not.

HOW LONG?

We refrain our voice and weep tearless eyes.

Has OUR reward been forgot?

HOW LONG?

We brought these KIDS from the land of the enemy

to a promise. Milk & Honey.

HOW LONG?

The land of the FREE

enslaves our CHILDREN’S CHILDREN’S, CHILDREN’S dreams.

HOW LONG?

We so wanted THEM to taste

The Bread of life’s Manna.

HOW LONG?

How long wilt thou forget me, O LORD? for ever?

how long wilt thou hide thy face from me?

How long shall I take counsel in my soul, having sorrow in my heart daily?

how long shall mine enemy be exalted over me? Psalm 13:1-2 (KJV)

Is there any faith, hope and love left to give THEM?

HOW LONG?

Shall ANY of our CHILDREN be left

to EVER reach Your border?

HOW LONG?

WE’RE TIRED OF ‘SANGING

THEM SAME ‘OLE SAD SONGS;

Another one bites the dust...

and another one of “US” (POW) gone.

HOW LONG

and how many more

REQUIRED to reach heaven’s shores

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with heavy shoes on.

But…with every good-bye;

still hope lies

on a promise. We trust.

Dedicated to: Another one bites the dust... and another one of “US” gone.

BLACK CRIMES MATTER!

Double ‘dutchin.

She minds her B I business;

‘jus-a ‘jumpin.

Grey skies.

Green money.

Silver grillz.

Gold chains.

Black asphalt.

White sheet.

Blue rhymes.

Yellow tape.

Red blood.

Glad she ain’t mine!

(I never knew double ‘dutchin was such a crime)?

She minded her B I business;;

‘jus-a ‘jumpin..

Double ‘ducthin..

Daddy’s ‘cryin.

Momma’s ‘PREYin.

Grandma’s ‘hate-in.

Wrong man locked up.

I’m ‘jus ‘sayin…

I never knew double ‘dutchin was such a crime??

Glad she ain’t mine!!

DO WE MARCH OR TURN OUR HEADS; AT THIS TIME?

Dedicated to:

She had the right to jump silent. And ‘everythang will still be used against her.

IF, INNOCENT WHY RUN?

You asked…why do they run?

They’re fleeing North

from them southerner’s sons’;

with ankle chains

and ‘those heavy shoes on.

But…IF, innocent.

Why then run?

They like not the caliber of Smith & Wesson’s

company. nor spewed imagery WHEN

FINALLY meeting their Blood.

Dedicated to:  Rock…take flight like a thief in the knight.

THE CHICKEN’S FINALLY CAME HOME

 TO ROOST

Father God,

my heart cries out

for Antwon Rose;

who can no-longer write for his beloved momma,

poetries of prolific prose.

My heart cries out for his dad, family and grans.

who’s weighted shoes

for the rest of their days

are filled

with anger and steadfast blues.

My heart cries out for the community

who’s justice served will never brang

Emmett Till’s family

understanding that surpasses peace.

REMEMBER them sad sad songs

that we as coloreds

are now forced to sang for Antwon’s memories?

My heart cries out for Michael Rosfeld’s family

who’s bondage

will finally understand

our tormented 400 years of enslaved pleas;

and yet,

we’re “STILL” here counting a Kings dreams…

My heart cries out for Malcolm X,

WHO

 forewarned us;

what would inescapably happen next.

I guess “JUST”

like X said: aLLLLLLL

“OUR” chicken’s finally came home to roost! Father forgive “US”

for we “STILL” know not; what it is “WE” do?

Dedicated to: Everybody loses.

RENEE’ DRUMMOND-BROWN

RENEE’DRUMMOND-BROWN, is an accomplished poetess with experience in creative writing. She is a graduate of Geneva College of Western Pennsylvania. 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, Leaves of Ink, 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 variouswriting outlets. Renee’ won and/or placed in several poetry contests globally and her books are eligible for nomination for a Black Book award in Southampton County Virginia. She was Poet of the Month 2017, Winner in the Our Poetry Archives and prestigious Potpourri Poets/Artists Writing Community in the past year. 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, because of her, Renee’ posits “StillIwrite, I write, and I’ll write!”