RENEE DRUMMOND-BROWN - POEMS

​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!”
 

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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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