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Survival for Sinners

weatherman said it was a fast moving system
he didn’t know the wind was calling my name…

While bystanders stand in the sleet without translation
unaware to the sweet sound of natures voice
the street sounds
babies crying and mama’s gotta be up at 6
drunk driver swerving a hit and miss
lovers entwined him searching her lips for a kiss

A clenched fist, a genesis to this fight
the nine to five redefined before sunrise
Day care motherhood replacement
Children lost in the balance
Malcontent inebriation darts off course

the go getta
the storms coming
maybe trouble coming
a reckoning
righter of wrongs
bumbling home in the pouring rain
cleanse me
purify these souls
the greenest green
and let it fall
let it all come down
no pretensions now

I see supporting joints weaken
Cement structures begin crumbling to powder
Simply to the thought of revelation
Once frothing at the mouth in defense
These guard dogs cower beneath our feet for protection
There is a clean slate, A black foundation bleached white
Where old beliefs are plucked like feathers
learning to trust is easier said than done
but we’ve always been one
yeah, we’ve always been one

weatherman said it was a fast moving system
he didn’t know the wind was calling us

SouthernQuill & Lalli

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The Negligence of Junctures

I waited.

for you

for me

and I’m not selfish

see my mind was on giving

… I didn’t want nothing to show for it

not a certificate

or plaque

Not even my name in the Sunday paper

Just you

and I was going to be fine

I even robbed time

of a few extra hours

to make room for you in my day

thought you was worth making me a thief

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Falling[a love poem]

I found a love supreme when the creator gave me breath for being/ Now I am a life force/  I fell in love with living/ I fell in love with the light/ The not Mr. Right/ the 1/4s & not as whole/ And we broke the mold and defined a love our own/ I fell in love with purity— the children/ The loss of my own innocence/ I fell in love with my faith,  my hopes, & my dreams/ I shattered into millions of pieces and then I/ I gave my heart to  family/  I gave my trust to friends/  I found myself… the one no one sees/  And I fell in love with me/ I fell in love with my insecurities and my ego/ I fell in love with my success and my failures in the past/  I fell in love with my laughter & my tears/ I fell in place, in the puzzle, in music, in words, and 365 got me here.

 

Kimberley Gladney©

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Black History

Black Butterfly, nobody saw your beauty…
but the moonlight cupped you and called you Africa.

Defiant Africa.

Resilient Africa.

Strooong Africa.

wounded
twisted
fermented
Africa

Starving
Hungry
Feed us
Feed me
Care.For.Me.Dammit
A-fri-ca!

Stricken
Manifest
it’s
Destiny

Yes, I Believe in YOU!

Destination
Location
Africa.

Africa, who is
broken
neglected
powerful
rooted
wise
knowing

inspite of

despite of

her plight
in life.

Africa, who cries
and hides her tears in monsoons and basins
beside bewildered beasts
and wilderbeasts
and Hyenna
who heckle
at the brethen and children of her own land

Africa, who resonates in me
in you
in us.

because Africa
is
everything
We sometimes feel—

hungry for change
helpless
proud
and ignored
as we pretend to be stronger than we feel

because AFRICA
is
everything
We sometimes are

Majestic…
Noble…

Black.

Oh Black Butterfly, so many see your delicacy and not your strength…
though God blessed you and made you the mother of all lands.

 

Kimberley Gladney ©

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Un Ravel e d (In memory of the April Baby)

it left•was gone•like words• rolled off of tongues because what else was there to say

•our son, my fingers seemed to say as they shook•there is no dirt to sprinkle

unnatural deaths leave us to grasp air and empty spaces

nothing holding nothing•just the blanket I knitted for

you, little one• it’s blue and soft• created from the emotion in which you were made-  love

your lips were blue, your body soft

the doctor said we can make

another one• that there is no reason why we can’t have

another one and everything appears to be in working order…

just fine• My friends and the rest of your family say I’m still

young• that there is plenty of time  to have more• they don’t

know I just wanted you… a lifetime of you.

and no, I can’t make another one.

it’s all become stunted inside me, like your growth.

by Kimberley Gladney©

 

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I Heard…

love was on the way

think it got lost

with no compass

or map

maybe ran into hate

they always fight

but no one wins

neither right

they’re so much alike

very much the same

with everyone using their names in vain…

and I think love got lost

taken like so many of our child like fantasies

replacing imagination with reality

dream killer of happily ever after and we

Love gone

it’s lost

like a childhood story

the tortoise and the hare

but there is irony and a twist

the plot be syrup thickening

and love came quick…

like rabbits

until it was cinched

and the tail end always leaves little to be desired.

there is nothing lucky about chopping off a foot to save oneself from doom

steel traps

and the heart is boxed in

screaming “Help”

then hate come slowly, steady, creeping, inching, moving forward.

We forgot he was running too

as we forgot what we were running to.

But we watched him cross the finish line.

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Kimberley Gladney ©

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StereoBlacked by Kimberley Gladney

I’m a brown girl

in the

Red

White

&

Blue

I’ve been conditioned to believe I’m a jezebel, jiggaboo

Baring skin and Shedding soul

And I never cry

Feel pain or shame

Loud and Brash

Using the Lord’s Name in Vain

Hypocritical Spiritual Thing

Shouting Amen

Stealing a man

her man

because I’m a sex addict

Welfare mama


Cracked Out

Pimped out

Needy

Greedy

Conniving

Manipulative


Watch them hips dip

Gyrating

Baby Having

Hands out

seeking a ‘hand out’

Reaching

Grabbing

Gripping

Pulling


“Nappy Headed Rutger Hoe”

Legs Spread

Down on the Flo’

Chasing Gold and Dough

Black Mamba Serpeant Queen

BUT!

but….

but..

but.

That ain’t even me….


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