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October Poetry
I must say the submissions I recieved are heartwarming. So... Keep them coming. She Speaks needs original,
positive poetry. And if you are a natural sista, send in your poems in praise of your natural glory.
So what are
you waiting for, click on the link for the October Edtion of She Speaks...
September 1, 2001:
New Poetry for September... Summer is almost over. (Boo Hoo!) Fall is near. A new season approaches
and I have fresh poetry for everyone. I'm updating this page on a regular page. So, if you want to submit your works drop
me and e-mail or fill out the form.
"Beautiful Black Women"
cool like the breeze
we take our time
and do things with ease,
scraping
and struggling
to make ends meet
often in the face of daily defeat.
Strong like oak trees that
prevail through
it all,
Beautiful Black Women
serene and tall.
Rejection and disappointment
often whisper our names,
yet
we move forward
without recognition or fame.
We are mules on a mission,
clinging to life
forever beautiful
and strong,
defying all stereotypes.
"Cool Evenings"
Cool summer evenings
The "cool
down" I call it--
I've come a long way from a hot
day--
My rich brown skin has darkened
from the early
morning sun--
But I don't mind because I know the
beauty in being black--
The cool evening breeze
rejuvenates
my soul and
makes me long for the
roaring night seas of the
Motherland.
I sit until the evening
light darkens
and prepares for its restful sleep--
I pack up my things and call
out to my son to make his
last sand castle, and we
walk slowly home for the
night.
"Proud Black Sister"
I am a Revolutionary!
I hunger change like a fierce
tiger
hunting prey at night.
I speak my mind and
I don't
hold back.
I wear no mask but
wear the truth like a
proud soldier
fighting for
dying for
his
country.
I speak out unafraid of
the consequences
and if my fiery tongue offends
someone
then it's just
too bad!
I am Revolutionary
living every day with a vision
of true equality
and total freedom.
I speak
out for my beautiful
Black people
because I love them.
I fight for a good cause
because my Blackness is
worth
it.
I am a Revolutionary!
Biography:
My name is Carolyn Hopkins, and I am an English teacher living in Hampton,
Virginia. I am a poet and writer who hopes to be able to make a living from my craft someday. I have a B.A. in English from
Cal State, Northridge and I am currently working on my M.A. in Education. After I receive my master's in Education, I would
like to earn my M.F.A. in Creative Writing. I have a sixteen-year-old son named Christopher.
HOW DO YOU DEFINE THE BLACK WOMAN?
Is she defined by her nose and lips
broad or straight, full or thin
or
could it be her monster hips
which makes her a perfect ten?
Is she known by her famous butt
thick and round,
petite and flat?
or could it be her peacock strut
which lets you know she's all that?
however you see her, let
me say
that the black woman is well on her way
to becoming phenomenal and it's all good!
Is it by her sassy
mouth you define
loud and boasting, humble and meek
or her ability to know a played out line
she tells you when
your rap is weak
maybe you see her as low class
or define her as cold and brash
no matter what her complexion
and size
she's black and you need to recognize
you don't have a clue you see
the black woman is whatever she wants
to be
fearless and strong, she's got it going on!
Is it her unwillingness to back down
which makes you scratch
your head and frown?
the black woman is not easily bent
she stands her ground and represents
her skin is not what
makes her black
let me define her while you step back
the black woman is...
From midnight black to almost
white
nappy or straight, she gets it right
tall or short fat or thin
it doesn't matter, she's loved by men
brown
eyes, green eyes, quiet or loud
she gets attention and can draw a crowd
So when you see her give her respect
for she's the best thing you've ever met
she's bold and beautiful, real and precise
she's america's sugar
and
africa's spice
by Sandra D. Newton
I am a Woman
I am a woman in this world.
I wonder who I am inside.
I soon will have a job.
And making
my own money.
I want a brand new life.
I am a woman in this world.
I pretend to be older than I am.
I
feel the need for independence.
I worry I'll be left behind.
I cry I won't make it all the way.
I am a woman in
this world.
I understand I am just a girl.
I say live and love everyday.
I dream of a guy to.
Treat me
right.
I try to look everrywhere.
I'll hope he'll let me.
Live my life.
I am a woman in this world.
copyright:cynthia
(star1984)2001
by star1984
Be sure to visit Cynthia's site at:
Starshaven
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