RENEE B. DRUMMOND-BROWN - POEMS

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)

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Another one bites the dust... and another one of “US” gone.
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​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.
 
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BLACK CRIMES MATTER!
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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.
 

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The Chicken’s Finally Came Home to Roost
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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.
 
 
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