Saturday, April 1, 2017

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!” 

2 comments :

  1. Look at you.. I love your poetry.. You are so talented... and such a super wonderful person..

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    1. From one author to another; thank you Editor/Publisher/ Poetess Author Deborah Brooks-Langford for all of the encouragement and support along this poetic journey. I am most grateful to have the support of both you and Editor/Publisher/Poetess Author Susan Joyner Stumpf of Wildfire Publications as well. The poem titled "One On One" was written for a family member named "TY" and I know that her mother LaShawn Lewis is grateful that her daughter's work(s) has made the cut, in yet, another international venue. Your Pittsburgh Author, Renee' Drummond-Brown (Renee's Poems with Wings are Words in Flight).

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