 I, Renee’ B. Drummond-Brown, am the wife of Cardell Nino Brown Sr. and from our union came Cardell Jr., Renee and Raven Brown. I am the offspring of Mr. and Mrs. Peter C. Drummond of Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. My siblings are Delbert D. Drummond and the late Pastor Shawn C. Drummond. I was born in North Carolina, at Camp Lejeune US Naval Hospital. I am a graduate of Geneva College of Pennsylvania, and my love for creative writing is undoubtedly displayed through my very unique style of poetry, which is viewed globally. My poetry is inspired by God and Dr. Maya Angelou. Because of them I pledge this: “Still I write, I write, and I’ll write!” “Renee’s Poems with Wings are Words in Flight” is flown across the seas by God’s raven. There are several Scriptures that I love; however, this one speaks volumes during this ‘season’: “And he sent forth a raven, which went forth to and fro, until the waters were dried up from off the earth.” (Genesis 8:7 KJV) ALL God’s Childrens’ Aint Got “Heavy” Shoes!God placed His heavy weight in my shoes. Therefore, “my feet’s” and I, shall not, be moved, nor complain. The eyelids of my shoes remind me, to watch, fight, and pray. The tongue of my shoe is but a two-edged sword. Speaks volume! Cuts going in! AND…coming out for sure. My shoes’ inner sole reminds me to love the Lord God with all my heart. With all my mind. And, with all my soul! The shoe heel reminds me; to not see the plagues that surround me, nor the valley lows or mountain tops before me, BUT rather to look to the hills from which “MY” help comes. Which is, the Father God (within me). The 2-tied loops, lacing my shoes touts’ a knot, and is but, a threefold cord. The cord represents the noose and the knot reminds me: THAT… I.WEAR. SOME. HEAVY. SHOES. fo sho! ALL God’s childrens’ aint got heavy shoes to bear! I wear a size S.L.A.V.E.R.Y. What size ‘YOU’ wear? Dedicated to: “my Momma,” who taught me how to ‘watch’, fight and pray. I miss you B.A.D. A B.A.D. Poem EVERY MAN IS an IslandEvery man is an island Alone answering for one’s soul Alone in the grave Alone in death Alone in grief Alone in sin and furies of insanities plea Alone in truths Alone in lies Alone in mess Alone in friction Alone in bitterness Alone in cries Alone in loneliness Alone in the fight Alone in shame Alone in the shuffle Alone in the why’s??? Alone in the night Alone in the game Alone in wealth Alone in leadership Alone in the struggle Alone in growth Alone in the climb Alone in poverty Alone in schizophrenic mind(S) Alone at birth. No man is an island is a brazen lie at best. But, alone… One man can change the world and make a difference! Dedicated to: Alone we return and alone we enter. A RocDeeRay Poem 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@ October 6, 2017. FREE TREES? |
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