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     Kola_boof "Cyniquian" Level Poster Username: Kola_boof Post Number: 320 Registered: 02-2005 Rating: N/A |
"NO NAME IN THE STREET" a poem by Kola Boof They killed their own mother because they wanted to be FREE/ (of her body) Out of lies...they conjured up Hands. Fists that wield their Soul Machete. They killed their own mother because she was black. As nightwater as Ghana mud as dancing/as smiling as chocolate cake batter as dusk as cranberries as yams/as honey as Red and Gold leaves come autumn as charcoal...they killed their own mother. You see them with their lies Lost blob of sorrow Proud and free as Piss HIP hopp-ING and carrying on about their ancestors --as Blind as ignorant as new puppies underneath a House Porch. This is what a Blind woman reaps. Disappointments that have no name in the street. These killers with no name in the street who Call/ the White Man...satan. These HIP...HIP killers. | ||
| Rondall Moderator Username: Rondall Post Number: 65 Registered: 01-2004 Rating: N/A |
Kola, That is as deep as I have ever seen you write. I like it a lot. I know this may sound picky but the chocolate cake batter reference kind of threw me. Most of the poem was so earthy, and then you dropped that vision of Betty Cracker cake mix. It is probably just me... Your poem comes after a conversation I had yesterday with Sister Mari Evans (no name dropping please). Anyway, she called because because we had not spoken in couple of months and somehow our conversation turned to poetry. To be more specific, it was about words and their power. She talked about how carefully she listens to people when they speak. The words that they use, how they use/miss use them, and how words are used to convey power. Thes conversation stemmed from someone that she heard use the word "baby" when referring to a loved one... (next post thread) But back to your poem. I liked the message it left me with. Do I dare say it was HIP? Rondall | ||
| Kola_boof "Cyniquian" Level Poster Username: Kola_boof Post Number: 321 Registered: 02-2005 Rating: N/A |
Rondall, thank you. Black women are SWEET with rich souls like chocolate cake batter. The poem, however, is in the very early stages---and will be revised several times before it is published. Mari Evans is one of my idols. Her book "I Am A Black Woman" is the exact book that inspired "Nile River Woman"---and as I've stated in several interviews, I think of her line "look on me and be renewed" when I am topless on the back of my own books. Wanda Coleman, Mari Evans, Lucille Clifton and Maya Angelou are my favorite poets. Please tell Mari that I love her. And you make a great point about how people "speak"---because many times, people don't immediately get the INTONATION of my poems---because I have a different way of speaking. It makes all the difference. Again, I'm glad that you were able to accept the poem. | ||
| Kola_boof "Cyniquian" Level Poster Username: Kola_boof Post Number: 322 Registered: 02-2005 Rating: N/A |
I don't think it's a good poem yet--AT ALL.  |
