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!” Weight of the World You carry the weight of this world on y’OUR’ shoulders. Your chip holds lasting memories yet, of regret, after regret after regret. How can one forget having to hide you? I remembered though (2 and under) nursing you from our breast, You started out ‘wit’ a heart of gold weight of this world turned you stone cold, against Thee, me ‘an’ your family. NO ONE KNOWS YOU Quite like WE DO. We understand, We understand, WE understand you, better than you. So why then, treat us like you do? Nevertheless, we love us some you, more than you’ll ever comprehend, we fend, we fend, we’ll fend them off of you back then, now, and yes, we’ll do it again. Y’OUR’ sons repeat what they learn and/or SEE; treating girls far less than the Queens they’re meant to be. But they too grow ol’ and see old men dream; dreams, young men have visions, but can’t compete with the timeless treasure these sustahs ‘wuz’ designed to be. Your complexities aren’t of knew. DON’T YOU ‘EVA’ FORGET our sacred wombs, originated, developed and housed you~~~ and~~~ them sons of yours too. Dedicated to: We understand you; from the womb we originated you!!! Accident WAITING to Happen Observing colored ‘boyz’ I see ‘dem’ societies ploys of a spiral downfall storm after storm AFTER THEIR STORMS Who you ‘gonna’ call Ghostbusters? Wolves are sure ‘callin’ ‘em’ by name(S) “accidents WAITING to happen” one by one again and again AND AGAIN. Can even envision my colored son’s, not if, but when… When will his accident happen??? Seen a ‘lotta’ sons go down black asphalt paved grounds bullet holes yellow tape Momma’s losing their natural minds! Old lady in a shoe LOST so many sons She knew NOT what to do… Accident waiting to happen to your son and mine too! No nursery rhymes For black momma’s just ‘sum’ blues WHAT DO WE DO? Coloreds fading away In the North, East South and West I see them B.A.D. ‘boyz’ Pain(S) crying shame(S) thundering rain(S) blame game(S) Shhh… I see a two headed snake bruise theirs heel(S) I see an accident up AND down (DON’T MATTER) their tiresome mountain toped hills. Free at last Free at last, PLEASE Freedom done come Be gone And Past! For them; their merely Accidents WAITING to Happen Where do they run? Where do they hide? The browness Shuns their cries Elijah rock For them I SHOUT! I’ve even CALLED OUT Ezekiel’s wheel in the middle of a wheel, without a doubt John’s revelations of 7 seals SCRIPTED will reveal Those accidents WAITING to happen Dedicated to: ROCCO and the setting of the ‘sons’ unto the going down of the same. Do You Know the Way to Wall Street? 3 lefts NO RIGHTS Stop at His light There you are, Wall street. ‘Somethin’ ain’t quite right. They come out their gates ‘swanging’ Wall Street in awe, sophisticated cars, gang ‘bangin’ 3 piece suits neck ties designer shoes and all. Hair cuts sharp as a tack, white men dressed in black. Tall, handsome, chauffeured in fancy cars, eating none other than the exquisite ‘CAVIAR’ Fatal attraction… BULLSEYE, targets on their backs, ‘dem’ sweet ‘talkin’ babes who strut their stuff in the midnight. Honk; honk hey beep; beep Do you know the way to Wall Street? 3 lefts NO RIGHTS Stop at His light There you are, Wall street. ‘Somethin’ ain’t quite right. Hotels Motels Sugar Hill Gang ‘sang’ Holiday Inn, If those wives ain’t acting right It’s A OK to take their street ‘walkin’ friends But WATCH now, you don’t CATCH a lil’ ‘somethin’ ‘somethin’ In the ‘END’ Blood on their hands Deciding our fate Federal Reserve Banks value what these men thINK about our name over ‘sum’ Scotch on the rocks, lil’ Vodka too, rum and coke mixed ‘wit’ ‘sum’ powder will just have to do Do you know the way to Wall Street? 3 lefts NO RIGHTS Stop at His light There you are, Wall street. ‘Somethin’ ain’t quite right. Gucci, Louis Vuitton, Versatchi, are their wives best friends. Oh My, did I forget Ralph Lauren? Oscar de la Renta, Donna Karan too Diamond rings Fur coats BLING; BLING!!! Yeah ‘Dem’ wives KNOW just what to do. Really… who’s ‘pimpin’ who? Designer fragrances are their faves, Joy by Jean Patou Michael Kors Chloe’ Clive Christian-Imperial Majesty Coco Chanel and lest we forget, DKNY, Golden Delicious whew! “Who’s REALLY ‘playin’ who???” JOKES ON YOU… Oh, almost forgot Le’ dog Lil’ Fluff’s dog house air conditioned, built in spas NON STOP… THE bells and whistles yelp, she gets hers; she got it all. Do You Know the Way to Wall Street? 3 lefts NO RIGHTS Stop at His light There you are, Wall street. ‘Somethin’ ain’t quite right. Stock markets up Interest rates down, Dowell skyrockets and Lil’ Ms. Sallie Mae, well you know ‘THE DEAL’, she isn’t around. Instead, Ms. Stewart takes a nose dive for the good old’ ‘boys’ in town. Things don’t go their way they’ll ‘sho’ ‘nuff’, take a bridge before life gets their last say. Do You Know the Way to Wall Street? 3 lefts NO RIGHTS Stop at His light There you are, Wall street. ‘Somethin’ ain’t quite right. ‘Boyz’, ‘toyz’ and lil’ ‘girlz’ on the side; do you know the way to Wall street and can I hitch a ride? 3 lefts NO RIGHTS Stop at His light There you are, Wall street. ‘Somethin’ ain’t quite right. Dedicated to: The BROKE lil’ rich people Cause and Effect
She dreamt of you Her knight and shining armor came true. Until you both said I Do. The first hit came knocking her silly; couldn’t even remember her name. Hit two ‘wuz’ bad as 3 & 4 until she could no longer count or ignore them anymore. 5 & 6 made her re-thINK this 7 & 8 she anticipated the wait 9 & 10 She packed her kids AND WAS NEVER TO BE HEARD OF AGAIN!!! Leave while you have the chance Cause the effects will forever last and last and last and last and last and last and last and last and last and last and last and last and last and last and last and last and last and last and last and last and last and last and last and last and last and last and last and last and last and last and last and last and last. Dedicated to: Leave while you have the chance to enjoy the dance!!! 9 Months Summer fun ‘Jus’ begun ‘Peakin’ ‘Sneakin’ On ‘da’ run He ‘say’ze’ ‘Inna’ sweet ‘talkin’ way “Let me get a ‘lil’ ‘sumtin’; ‘sumtin’” She ‘say’ze’ “NO WAY!!!” Mommas ‘commin’ He ‘say’ze’ “I won’t tell If… You don’t yell” She ‘say’ze’ “No!!! Don’t ‘wanna’ go to hell ‘Imma’ Christian girl ‘ya’ SEE, ‘An’ Momma ‘say’ze’ “Babies WILL for ‘sho’ Make a man leave” He ‘say’ze’ “No!!! ‘I’z’ different Not me ‘I’z’ ‘luv’ me ‘sum you” She ‘say’ze’ “God…WHAT… do I do?” He ‘say’ze’ “PLEEEASE… No one has to know” She ‘say’ze’ “Father God, which way do I go?” He ‘say’ze’ “Promise, no one has to know” She ‘say’ze’ “But…Momma warned me so” He ‘say’ze’ “‘Jus’ give in” She ‘say’ze’ “You ‘stikin’ ‘wit’ me, ‘til’ the very end?” He ‘say’ze’ “For sho; for sho, ‘you’ze’ ‘mo’ ‘den’ a friend” 2 months later Haven’t heard from him No forwarding address, Can’t be found Baby bump begins 4 to 6 months ‘Jus’ ‘an’ after thought Well… Momma’s madder ‘den’ HELL Satan ‘ain’t even ‘dat’ HOT!!! 7-8 months ‘I’z’ all alone ‘Ev’ryones’ ‘laughin’ Well You know… This is that, That’s how ‘da’ story goes Schools at home Did I mention She’s 12 years ol’ He’s 18 or so… Well…maybe 30 years ol’ Give ‘er’ take Momma points fingers ‘Wit’ a blame game Adam ‘an’ Eve Ain’t even got ‘dis’ ‘kinda’ shame Come to find out… We’ze’ don’t ev’n know his REAL name All she had to do ‘wuz’ Listen to God ‘An’ ‘there’d’ be NO daughter and/or son Dedicated to: Baby what are we ‘gonna’ do? Beauty and Our Beast Beauty in the eyes of the beholder is not always the case often times, THE BEHOLDER sees a nasty heart but created the most beautiful face Nevertheless, He made us for a time such as this ‘Lest we forget’ Judas selling US ALL out for 30 pieces (O’ silver) ‘an’ that ostentatious kiss O’ death. Who are you??? Beauty ‘IS’ in the eyes of the beholder when OUR creator mirrors both me and you. Beauty is even seen borrowing liberty and justice IF… you know what I mean, but not necessarily lessons learnt through THAT door of no return Beauty’s The Father Beauty’s The Spirit Beauty’s THE ONLY ONE… Beauty is as beauty does, because beauty is none other than THE BEGOTTON SON. Dedicated to: Your so vain; I bet you think this poem is about you. Don’t you?
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