![]() 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 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 fourth 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 Magazine, 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 the prestigious Potpourri Poets/Artists Writing Community and in the running for Poet of the 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 “Still I write, I write, and I’ll write!” Crayola His wife’s BLACK as ‘tonight’. He’s WHITER than snow. They’re HATED out! This ‘fo’ ‘sho’; we do know. No doubt!!! Society don’t like this game but two can play it ANYWAY just the same. Your move~~~ Do not pass go, do not collect $200. This again; we do know. For this crime, off to jail ‘ONE’ use to go? Wonder who?? This; we do know??? But when he loves ‘Tonight’ from the top of her head to the souls O’ her feet~~~ The colour they worry ‘bout’ is none other than THAT mean green. NOT black or white! Her family hates the Caucasian in him; his family hates her blackness within but interracial relationships exemplifies the freedom to love whomever one desires~~~ So don’t get boxed in Open your mind, Crayola’s come in all sorts of different kinds. Whether your black as tonight or white as snow~~~ This for certain; we do know. Dedicated to: A Black tie ‘AFFAIR’. A B.A.D. poem I Love Lucy Brown dreams lost ‘inna’ black sea. Slaves riding them waves, passing by this so, called, American dream. Identity cries, theft lies beneath the oldest bones found. Who are they? Archaeologist want to know? Her. But; do they though? Really? Scripture foretold, tale; tale signs of her long, long ago; since the beginning, O’ time. November 24, 1974, Lucy, was re-born again an’ again an’ again. 3.2 million years, of innocent blood sweat, ‘an’ enslaved tears. Tarry til’ I come; He said. But how? ‘Sum’ 400 years later, the oldest fossil’s children’s children, are still ‘beggin’ bread! Tarry til’ I come; He said. Lucy your lineage camouflage artifacts. O’ ‘dem’ hidden treasures of Ethiopia’s pleasure beyond her majesty’s mystery, of man daring to dream Lucy’s vivid dreams, beyond her measure. No scheme; THIS IS NO SCHEME ATTACHED! FREEDOM She ‘sangs’! O’ FREEDOM! LET IT RING! LET IT ‘RANG’ I love Lucy. Lucy I’m home. Although, freedom for ‘our’ children has come an’ be gone. Lucy’s in Africa with diamonds an’ pearls oh’ my! Dinknesh; she’s amazing, she’s marvelous she’s free. Everyone’s roots date back to ‘ONLY HER’ genealogy; from sea to shining seas! I love Lucy’s legacy. Mother we’re home. But simply not free. A B.A.D. poem Dedicated to: Arrest #AL 288-1 (Lucy I’m home). Hard Knocks! He beat me ‘cause’ he loves’ me; he say’s “you’re my only one” therefore, it’s my fault he hits me ‘fore’ the setting of every sun. As sure as I’m in heaven; Father, Can You try to understand; his last hit took my breath away an’ I’m ‘beggin’ forgiveness ‘cause’ I loves’ this man. My child, BEFORE they laid you to rest, adding insult to injury at its best; HE ALREADY HAD A BRAND NEW PUNCHING BAG, an’ she’s a real diehard, soon to meet the VERY same fate that you had. Dedicated to: Domestic Violence Awareness! A B.A.D. poem White Girl White girl, white girl, what do you see, what do you see; when ‘lookin’ at me? I see favor, I see grace, I see humility I see ‘BLACKNESS’ an’ dignity wanting her children free. Black girl, black girl, what do you see, what do you see; when ‘lookin’ at me? I ‘saw’ a white girl who stepped up during The Civil Rights Movement ‘PLEA’, ‘TOOK A BULLET’ an’ made the ‘WHOLE’ world take notice of my children and me. Thank you VIOLA GREGG LIUZZO for allowing me to pen y’OUR’ history. Although, my slain sister, we’re still far from being free! Dedicated to: The family of Viola Gregg Liuzzo. This martyrs ‘GONE’ but ‘NEVER’ is our ‘SHERO’ forgotten! A B.A.D. poem ‘Rizen’ an’ ‘Fallin’ Alicia Keys nobodies ‘fallin’ like me! Been ‘fallin’ an’ ‘rizen’ All ‘deeze’ years; don’t know night from day been ‘cryin’ from ‘dem’ ‘dawgz’~~~ ‘sum’ real tears ‘Youz’ ‘knows’ ‘who’s’ ‘youz’ are??? Trouble in my way ‘gotta’ ‘SWANG’ sometimes!!! ‘Nevatheless’ ‘Iz’ wear Poet Dunbar’s mask ‘dat’ grins an’ lies ‘wit’ UV ultra-protection ‘dat’ disguise My WISE eyes Who’d she coo? Not you! ‘Twaz’ me ‘fallin’ an’ ‘rizen’. So let me be. Dedicated to: I keep on ‘fallin’ and can’t get up! A B.A.D. Poem America! America; America, God shed His plagues on thee, and crowned thy hood with WOES as He should, for disobeying His commands from sea to shining seas. His commands are misunderstood. Therefore, as Scripture vents~~~ reprimands are visibly cognizant Prayer removed from schools~~~ THANKS TO YOU now our children are sophisticated iPhone fools! ‘Walkin’ ‘round’ ‘bustin’ a sag, while mommy’s half dressed, daddy lags last; bringing up the rear without child support in sight and ‘nada’ a care or offering reasons why??? America; America, God shed His plagues on thee, and crowned thy hood with WOES as He should, for disobeying His commands from sea to shining seas. Dedicated to: What happen to the beautiful spacious skies for amber waves of grain? The NO Sense I see dumb people and they don’t know they’re dumb. Pants ‘sagin’ down; ‘slangin’ ‘dat’ dope, ‘takin’ their own communities for broke! I see dumb people and they don’t know they’re dumb. ‘Walkin’ round like ‘ev’ry’body else ‘CEPT’ jobless ‘havin’ big fun. Stupid ‘iz’ ‘az’ stupid ‘doez’ too dumb to learn how to spell; let alone, want a job; on their way straight to hell. I see dumb people and they don’t know they’re dumb. ‘Makin’ ‘kidz’ ‘wit’ ‘ev’ry’ Tom, Dick, and Harry’s son, sayin “I do” an’ he’s already married too; let me guess? Hmm NOT TO YOU. I see dumb people and they don’t know they’re dumb. 60 years old still ‘livin’ at home with mom, no job no future an’ no plans to EVER go. I see dumb people, too stupid to want to grow. I see dumb people and they don’t know they’re dumb. They walk amongst us everyday Is it you? Hmm; just sayin, just sayin. NEWS FLASH!!! The only dumb question ‘IZ’ THE ONE THAT THEY ASK!!! Dedicated to: How often do you SEE them? ALL THE TIME. Boy. Oxygen cut off as he ‘swangs’ 10 yrs. ol’ but considered a man. Eyes bulging from his head sweat pouring from his glands. Breath slipping fast. Numbness in both hands; Mob ‘yellin’ “Swing low sweet chariot no-ones ‘fennin’ to carry you home”. Boy’s minds’ the last to leave as he FORCED to swing and become a man from a poplar tree. IN LIGHT OF BLACK HISTORY MONTH 2017; LEST WE FORGET. Dedicated to: Mr. Go To Hell! Restore that blind mans’ sight. Give that murderer a second chance at life. Take away those drugs. Mature that hooligan thug. Feed that crack baby. Addiction to bondage minus the subjugation of slavery. Black lives matter? Yeah right! If not here; then where? Definitely, in the hereafter. Bang; bang shoot ‘em’ dead an’ let that piece of steel be still; and/or “Go to Hell” die ‘tryin’ if you will. Dedicated to: Dead is as dead does (‘piece’ be ‘steel’). Kim I saw this photo of you today and flashed back some 30 years, with a heavy heart I asked the Father, Where do I start? What shall I do? He replied Go to Habakkuk 2 verse 2, write your visions of her make it plain others will read it and just like Kim, just maybe they’ll too come to know Him by name Only then this vision came clear write a poetic account that mounts of her quiet nature, beautiful smile O’ to have that awesome giggle return to us if only for a lil’ while. But somehow, I know Kim’s alright ‘RESTING’ In His bosom you see, with her big wide smile lighting that path for us… in those pearly skies to be received one by one when our mission test here are done. I even thought of her beautiful child, ‘an’ grandson, named like her, which would make her so very proud And I know, that I know, that I know, because of her genes they too are ‘gonna’ be alright Because of Kim and how she lived I no longer question Him. I know to cry at births rejoice at our loved ones’ goings which gives us hope… In the Father His Son and Holy Spirit. Two Special Grand-kids Kia, I still remember the day you named her “Barb Dawg” for none other than ‘barkin’ out ‘dem’ orders to ‘ev’rybody’, anybody, ‘an’ equal opportunists; all for one and one for all. No-one gets exempt from grans’ SHOUTING CALLS Woof, woof woof~~~ Yeah especially, to ‘dem’ grans merely fusing for a just ‘cause’. ‘Cause’ she taught Kia and ‘HER’ Lil’ Wayne Love, R.E.S.P.E.C.T but most importantly humility, courage honor and justice for all. That is fact; hmm ‘sustah’ Aretha Franklin ain’t even got ‘nothin’ on this nor that! She taught you both how to stand stay believe in self, try very hard, and to the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob PRAY!!! On bended knees she taught you ‘wit’ an iron fist, so the world couldn’t get hold of your innocent heart felt bliss; thus knocking you out 1st round hit or miss. No, She taught you both how to PRAY up, look to the hills ONLY from which ‘HIS’ HELP COMES!!! RUN FROM TROUBLE for-ever and a day. For gran, ‘THAT’ was the only way. And ‘THAT’ he said; she said was simply NOT ACCEPTED~~~ NOR A OK!!! She absolutely loved ‘Her’ Lil’ Wayne ‘ev’r’ so, Lawd, Lawd, Lawd knows. Yeah Lil’ Wayne knew too; through those history walks an ‘dem’ late, late night confession talks. Kia and ‘HER’ Lil’ Wayne, just to put it mild, “BARB DAWG” loved you like NO OTHER GRANDCHILD. IF you don’t know ‘HER’ by now; I’m penning you her thoughts~~~ “Barb Dawg” carried you to her grave and returned you both back to God. Dedicated to: Kia and Dwayne Drummond Barbie The original Barbie came to life March 9th -1959. Or so were told. She arrived on the scene blonde, brunette, and bold as can be. Not the likes of my kind. Cause none was made to look ‘JUST’ like me. But I loved, loved, loved her world anyhow; them paper dolls too ‘playin’ alone was so much fun when there was ‘nothin’ else left to do! She was cheap as can be. Her commercial raved ‘ONLY’ $3.00 for a vintage Barbie YOU SEE. 1961 ‘MEANT THE WORLD TO ME’. Ken, AKA Sean Carson, that is; makes his grand debut as none other than Barbie’s main squeeze an’ blue eyed beau. Mod also comes along, ‘wit’ Malibu Barbie ‘sangin’ a new tune to a different type of Barbie song. Finally, JUST FOR ME, The VERY first African American Barbie; came into being. The year 1968, and boy was she ever so VERY late!!! She launched in the 80’s, nevertheless, none really knows her by name. Her history, timeline, an’ use of fame remains a mystery in “Christie’s” guessing game(s). In 2009, Farrah Fawcett an’ Toy Story attached their names to Barbs’ brand; adding ‘bendable’s’ minus the ‘twistable’ arms, legs and yes rubber face and hands!!! 2017, hard to believe, but Barbie’s in her late 50’s!!! We drove her car to the mall, played in her carousel kitchen, lived in her dreamhouse; yep! Camper right outside!!! O’ sheer bliss. Sewed her some clothes, told her secrets, that only she knows. Barbie knows us well; as does Mattel but she’ll never tell; a single soul. Nope she won’t~~~ even tell her lil’ sis Skip. Skipper that is. Nope she don’t even know who cut her hair Shhh~~~ But one thing for sure; to every lil’ boy and girl Barbie and Ken’s memories of love are genuinely pure. Dedicated to: “Who wants to play Barbie?” Dig Deep Now, I lay me down to rest, on Merriam-Webster’s, Collegiate Dictionary’s enormous chest. ‘Wit’ ‘sum’ ‘Psycho-babbling’, structural jargon’s an’ esoteric language to create this impression of digging deep at my utter-most best. What did I just say? Don’t know. ‘Twaz’ just a test. You failed though. For where there are two or three words gathered in research an’ resource; compare an’ contrast erupt on one accord, in- harmoniousness discord. Just like poetic thoughts lost in THE “Red Sea”. ‘Sumthin’ floats my boat within me! Something ‘ain’t’ quite ‘write’ So, I ‘right’ Hmmm??? There are no words that entirely define my poetry. Peculiarity. Hmm. No, that is not me. My poetry ‘iz’ ‘az’ un-unique as can be. Harmless, as Noah’s dove; have you not heard? Well maybe peculiarity does define me. ‘Cause’ that Raven bird sure does. Yeah, a black ‘byrd’ set free ‘wit’ absolutely NO return address to return thee. I get way too lost an’ cogitate poetically CORRECT thoughts. All in all; all is at lost, when I write as I set sail them pages in braille. My ears see what others dare dream My eyes hear What my mind can’t conceive My poetry speaks LOUD AND CLEAR to those who believe or perceive whichever~~~ Did you not know? My heart sets precedence of a prestigious poetic lepers’ writing prose? Who knew? Webster knew, that his poetry defined me. Yeah, I’m in it way to deep. Dedicated to: Mind games; don’t get ‘em’ twisted. 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”).
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