RENEE B. DRUMMOND-BROWN - POEMS

 
I, 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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Still I Write
(The Answer to: Dr. Maya Angelou’s “Still I Rise”)
 
 
 
Maya,
Of course they wrote you down in history,
You proved them wrong in truth,
But you planted for me calligraphy,
So I’m heard on paper all the way to God’s celestial roof!
 
My passion for writing does upset them,
But I can’t be concerned,
Cause you left for me a gift from God,
And it’ll be
forever writing that I yearn.
 
Just like God’s Raven leaving the Ark,
‘She’ flew to and fro,
Until the waters were dried up from off the earth,
Because of you,
I’ll forever write in the skies,
seas and dirt;
for certain
this I do know.
 
I was that broken soul,
And bowed so low to Satan’s pit,
With nowhere to get;
but up,
I allowed my pen to place me within God’s Script (ure).
 
I know my writings excite you,
And with God for you,
who can be against us,
in giving me that nod,
I finally hear your words loud and clear,
The poems you left behind are messages of truths,
 minus the facades.
 
Some have shot my writings to pieces,
While others have damaged me over time,
But God;
sends a ram in a bush,
ink,
 a quill,
and wrote for me Ecclesiastes 3
He Author’s the time and place with limited ‘seasons’
 for their hurtful rhymes.
 
From the shame you told me to write,
I write,
From the pain you told me to write,
I write,
I am that Raven Blackbird with a large wingspan,
“Renee’s Poems With Wings Are Words In Flight”;
flying all over God’s land,
I too want to leave behind my unhealthy fears,
So in the dark,
I write,
But in the light,
I see the imagery our ancestors gave to you;
which you passed onto me,
Maya you are the dream,
Barack Obama was the hope,
and I am the slave set free (to write).
Still I write,
I write,
I’ll write.
 
Dedicated To:  A Tribute to Dr. Maya Angelou
 

muddy waters
 
 
black as ‘da’ night
negro’s colour of the day
iconic blues
ol’ as dirt
mosquito ‘an’ bees
sway
to rhythm ‘n’ rhyme
rustic blues
feel ‘da’ beat ‘n’ tune
gnats own
rural towns
cotton plantations
urban vibes
‘keepin’ ‘dem’ swampy puddles alive
mississippi’s definitely on my mind
no!
ray sang georgia
but why?
‘i’z’ feels like ‘goin’ home
chess’ cat knows ‘da’ deal
chicago’s turn
Be ‘fo’ real
‘cuz’ back in ‘da’ day
northern ‘mudd’
‘i’z’ where you got played
 
 
dedicated to: wade
 
 

 

I (still) Do
 
We met
On the street
After dropping them keys
I picked up
For you
Our eyes
Fell asleep
Deadlocked
Refusing to drop
 
 
 
‘Luv’ at ‘MY’ first sight
‘Daze’ went by,
years,
‘an’ O’
‘Dem’ semi-precious nights
We laughed,
cried,
fussed and literally
Fought a good fight
 
 
 
I did my best
To select a white dress
While you didn’t know it
You passed
Mr. Right’s test
Even saw the ring
2 Karats
Meant the world to me
Yeah ‘everythang’
Including clarity
 
 
 
But something???
Just
Wasn’t
Quite
Right
I noticed
You never stayed
Full nights
‘An’
I never met family
Foe
nor
friends
Something just ‘wazant’ right
???
 
 
 
Then
Reality
Shattered all dreams
As she walked down the isle
To my man
‘Wit’ a smile
Wearing
My dress and ring
And I still wanted to say
I Do
Ever so badly
To the unknown man
I met on ‘dem’ streets
That would be you
I still do
 
 
Dedicated To: Drifting on a memory
 

 
 

Who Are We?

​ 
I don’t know us anymore
Has time re-written our lies
Do we not speak
Of truths
Yet
Rely on blind guides
The poetic scribes
Tell tales
O’
Seasons
For all time
Don’t know us anymore
No heart beat
Nada rhythm
Nor rhyme
Just texting’s left
As
Zombies silently cry
Who are we?
I don’t know anymore.
 
 

 
Dedicated To: The Unknown
 
 

Success
 
On bottom
No one seems to care.
When you rise
They ‘ALL’ WATCH ‘an’ glare
On top
They love, love, love
‘dat’ black skin
house, car, clothes
‘An’ ‘ev’n’
‘dat’ nappy bald hair!
But when you drop,
My Lord…
Not…family, foe, nor friend
Will be left standing there
But God…
I know ‘dat’ I know
YOU’LL BE THERE!!!
 

dedicated to: Standing above ground and I’m on top of the world mom!