RENEE DRUMMOND-BROWN - POEMS

Author Reneé Drummond-Brown is a renowned author residing in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. She holds a Master of Arts degree in creative writing with a concentration in poetry from Chatham University. She also holds a Bachelor of Science degree in Christian Ministry Leadership with a minor in biblical theology studies, graduating summa cum laude from Geneva College of Western Pennsylvania. In addition, she received an Associate of Arts degree in Christian Ministry at The Center for Urban Biblical Ministry (CUBM), where she served as class president and graduated in the top 5% of her class. She is still in pursuit of excellence towards her mark for higher education.
 
While at CUBM, her writing career blossomed into Reneé’s Poems with Wings are Words in Flight, a phrase that eloquently coins her work. The dominant themes of her writings are spiritually based. She has been led to write about blacks’ history, The Civil Rights Movement, slavery, family, and the African American woman who at times is taken for granted. Drummond-Brown’s poems with wings metaphorically points to this scripture “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).
 
Drummond-Brown has published several poems, one of which was written for the Original Freedom Singer of The Civil Rights Movement, the legendary Ms. Rutha Mae Harris. The poem was published by Judith Hampton-Thompson, of The Metro Gazette Publishing Company, Inc., Albany Georgia. Drummond-Brown is the author of several poetry books to date, and her work can be seen across the globe in various anthologies, programs and magazines. Her poetry and essays have placed in several contests. She has received accolades each year since she started writing in 2013. Because her work is viewed on a global scale this solidifies her as a force to be reckoned with-in the literary world of poetry. Drummond-Brown is inspired by none other than Dr. Maya Angelou, and because of her, Drummond-Brown posits “Still I write, I write, and I’ll write!”​

Missing Person!!! 
​

ve You Seen Me?
 
 
A misplaced Congolese-slave,
trips on a banana-peel,
slides onto a slave ship,
beneath the bunks onto the sardine-packed splintered-floor
with magical shackles and chains
appearing round the waist and legs,
sailing-em’ off onna angry boisterous battered sea,
into a door of no-return
with no lock or a ‘steal’ key,
repeatedly raped,
all the way to Jamestown VA.,
1619 (to be exact),
misplaced slave fabricates lies bout-being,
“SOLD TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER,”
by a fine, noble, honorable, decent and respectable lady of liberty,
fabricates lies bout
babies fed as alligator-bait,
fabricates lies bout
slaves having them so-called relationships,
fabricates lies bout
Presidents’ owning slaves,
fabricates lies bout
babies with Presidential DNA,
fabricates lies bout
wet-nurse slaves,
fabricates lies bout
slaves ever being treated nice,
fabricates lies bout
white sheets branding and hanging-em out to dry,
fabricates lies bout
slavery dying,
fabricates lies bout
the 21st century “PTSD aftermath”
of anger-management, protest, and cries.
 
 
Ole’ truthful george, and christopher columbus
didn’t ev’n see this one coming,
but
Stevie, and Ray Charles did,
O say can you see?
 
 
If you see me (near the truthful cherry tree),
please by all means,
return me
to my Rightful Owner.
 
 
Dedicated to: I’m here, flawless, after-all the lies I’ve told???
 
A B.A.D. poem

Shut-up and Pay Attention!
​

​To those teachers
who ‘neva saw-us,
sitting in the back of those classrooms.
 
We paid attention to you.
We paid attention to you.
 
From the back of the room;
we watched you teach
the “select” few.
 
We paid attention to you.
We paid attention to you.
 
From the back of the room;
looking at the pictures on the board,
while watching your mouth(s) move.
 
We paid attention to you.
We paid attention to you.
 
Now, looking at us, watching and wondering
“How do “that” intellectual mind, do what-it-do?”
 
Glad you asked.
Now, I’ll tell you:
In the midst of your discrimination, while you pay us no mind.
 
 
We paid attention to you.
We paid attention to you.
 
 
Dedicated to: If you ain’t ‘gone teach I before E except after C to ‘uryone…GET OUT THE WAY!
 
 
A B.A.D. poem