{"id":91,"date":"2008-06-01T12:01:57","date_gmt":"2008-06-01T18:01:57","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sistahsontheshelf.com\/blog\/?page_id=88"},"modified":"2008-06-01T12:01:57","modified_gmt":"2008-06-01T18:01:57","slug":"sistahs-slam-poetry","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"http:\/\/www.sistahsontheshelf.com\/?page_id=91","title":{"rendered":"Sistahs Slam Poetry"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"alexia\"Alexia
\n<\/em>alexiaharker@ymail.com<\/strong><\/p>\n

Conformity IS the Norm<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

My hair<\/p>\n

Frustrated with the unnecessary<\/p>\n

Process- I press and stress<\/p>\n

It is unimpressed with the yacky #1<\/p>\n

And the dye I buy to match<\/p>\n

The European yacky #1<\/p>\n

Desiring to be free from me<\/p>\n

And the mainstream American view<\/p>\n

My hair sheds<\/p>\n

Like the skin of a snake<\/p>\n

Begging to be renewed<\/p>\n

But I repress the natural curves<\/p>\n

Of my roots<\/p>\n

And press the kinky straight<\/p>\n

Dab on some 30 second bond<\/p>\n

Apply yacky #1<\/p>\n

Then press my own because it has more<\/p>\n

Volume and curves than the<\/p>\n

European Yacky #1<\/p>\n

My fabricated attractiveness<\/p>\n

Must outweigh and overpower<\/p>\n

My natural exquisite beauty<\/p>\n

Thanks to Estee Lauder and<\/p>\n

Yacky #1\u00a0 I – Am – Normal<\/p>\n

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\"brooklynraine\"Brooklyn Raine
\n<\/em>Kamilah.haywood@gmail.com<\/strong><\/p>\n

Televised Lies.<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Democracy’s all a LIE
\nopen ya soul and see
\nbecause\u00a0 ya eyes are blinded
\nby the blood red sea
\nand currencies controlled
\nYour a number
\nA victim and you wonder
\nwhy your death is just
\na number.
\nI hunger to find a piece of mind
\ncause these devils got me trapped.
\nWorking hard on this 9 \u2013 die.
\nTo obtain materials living in vain.
\nAshame to say that I’m a consumer but,
\nSearching the depths of this earth today.
\nHoping to find, a source of divine Truth
\nbehold you may die on this search.
\nso be careful of what you unfold.
\nAre you ready for war
\ncause they are
\ngot underground bases
\nshaping worlds in hidden places.
\nTrying to erase your memory by brainwash.
\nThe Media is poison so stay far away.
\nAre you lost today?
\nAsk yourself if you really know
\nhow to think outside the box.
\nWithout the\u00a0 news from CNN and Fox
\nOr radio and reality shows.
\nTry to mold you dumb.
\nAnd leave you HUNG.<\/p>\n

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<\/em>\"alexia\"Alexia
\n<\/em>alexiaharker@ymail.com<\/strong><\/p>\n

Sunday Morning Lonely<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

I wish mine wasn\u2019t the only
\nNaked body in this bed<\/p>\n

The echo from the space next to me
\nIs deafening<\/p>\n

Just last night
\nThere were mobs of women<\/p>\n

Tripping over their words
\nAnd each other<\/p>\n

To talk to me, to dance with me,
\nTo make me smile<\/p>\n

This morning I am once again
\nCold and alone<\/p>\n

Solo ~
\nIn a bed made for two<\/p>\n

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\"marsha357\"SoulPoetic<\/em>
\nmarsha357@aol.com<\/strong><\/p>\n

Even though….<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

She sounds so happy now
\nWhen she talks about her life
\nHer new wife
\nI guess I shouldn\u2019t expect anything less
\nI keep my distance
\nNever stepping forward
\nBecause in an instance
\nI know that this could be
\nSomething we would probably regret
\nShe
\nHad me on a path of regret
\nOf words
\nOf no actions
\nI keep my dist cvance
\nSo there are no more distractions<\/p>\n

She seems to have her life in order now
\nAnd I know the how
\nAnd the what
\nAnd the where
\nUnfortunately
\nI am no where near
\nJust watching from the back
\nTrying not to take that step forward
\nTo distract\u2026
\nCause I will unequivocally love she
\nFrom a distance that is\u2026<\/p>\n

She seems to have her head in the right place
\nNow that is\u2026
\nShe is depicting right from wrong
\nShe even questions
\nWhat went wrong?
\nSometimes between her and I
\nSometimes I find myself in a lie
\nCause I don\u2019t want to tell her the truth
\nDon\u2019t want to fall into blame
\nDon\u2019t want to remember her name
\nAs it use to
\nFall from my lips<\/p>\n

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\"gemini-gar\"Gemini<\/em>
\nGarcsaBrooks@yahoo.com<\/strong><\/p>\n

If You Allow Me<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

If you allow me to love you, I can and I will love you to the best of my abilities and by no means are my skills mediocre, Umph I can just imagine all the possibilities\u2026
\nSee now, I can and I will love you better than any love song could ever woo your ear drum, get your blood flowin\u2019 and your sex achin\u2019 as the beat ricochet\u2019s back and forth between hot bodies gyratin\u2026
\nI can and I will love you better than any high class hooker could ever turn a trick, and I\u2019m not just talkin\u2019 about some street corner hoe, I\u2019m talkin\u2019 about the kind that got costumes, and toys and leather whips and shit\u2026
\nBetter yet I can and I will love you better than the Sun gives off light because with me there will be no cloudy days and even your night\u2019s will be bright, because I am your Sun and you are my Moon and all of my Light and everything that I have I give it to you\u2026
\nI can and I will love you better than any poet could ever masturbate your mind, better than the soul of a sinner that seeks redemption just one last time\u2026
\nI can and I will love you and be anything you want me to be, What? you want me to be your ghetto Queen? big booty shakin\u2019 like a tambourine or how about your southern belle, better yet, your Georgia peach, juicy and tangy and so fragrantly sweet\u2026
\nJust allow me to love you and I can and I will love you better than wings give the ability to fly because when I stroke my sex in between your thighs it will be the culmination and the conformation of the love I\u2019ve already made to you\u2019re heart, soul and mind\u2026
\nIf you allow me to love then I can and I will love you to the best of my abilities and by no means are my skills mediocre, just imagine all the possibilities if you allow ME just to love YOU\u2026<\/p>\n

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\"brooklynraine\"Brooklyn Raine<\/em>
\nKamilah.haywood@gmail.com<\/strong><\/p>\n

Something New<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

A breath of fresh air
\nA smile caught my attention
\nSweet aromas the reflection
\nof an everlasting essence.<\/p>\n

As smooth as babies skin
\nLook deep within fingertips
\ncaress my inner happiness.<\/p>\n

Screaming songs of joy
\na love song’s expression
\nsomething new my soul
\nspeaks to you.<\/p>\n

Your soft warm elegance
\nintellect intelligence
\nHeaven sent
\ncorked the screw
\nto unwind you
\nLicking ever so gently<\/p>\n

MMMMMMM<\/p>\n

Chocolate sweet sweet.
\nDark tasty candy
\nI can’t get enough.<\/p>\n

Melting in the climax
\nmixing sweet parfumes.<\/p>\n

Mmmmmmm<\/p>\n

Taste so good.
\nTaste so good.
\nTaste so good.<\/p>\n

Silent heart beats.<\/p>\n

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\"salimamasud\"Salima Masud<\/em>
\nsalimamasud@verizon.net<\/strong><\/p>\n

mind clouds<\/strong><\/span>
\n(For li, i never left.)<\/p>\n

my friend lost her words that morning.
\nshe would not allow her family members
\nhands or faces to touch her.<\/p>\n

she smiled at me,
\nand found a place for her head
\nbetween my shoulder and breast.
\nher fingers left traces of jam on my face.<\/p>\n

li turned her back to her kin.
\ndo you think she remembered,
\nthat they once did the same to us?<\/p>\n

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\"cdkirven\"C.D. Kirven
\n<\/em>cdkirven@aol.com<\/strong><\/p>\n

Words Unspoken<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Alllow me to make love to the back side of your fantasies\u2026
\nI will tantalize you by being draped in your secrets..
\nWhile you undress me with your eyes, the truth is revealed..
\nWords unspoken are choking the life out of our love\u2026
\nDon\u2019t speak.. I know just what you\u2019re thinking\u2026
\nI know it hurts.. We are together but you feel so alone\u2026
\nYou scream my name but feel the rhythm of the night\u2019s cruelty..
\nYou know who you wanted me to be.. But hate who I am\u2026
\nI brag about how well I lay the pipe but the pipe is in no way connected to our love\u2019s foundation..
\nSo, I continue to drown in the lust that begins and ends with a thrust\u2026
\nAll you have to do is say, YES!
\nIn that release you will find the best.. Death, this Plummer has to offer\u2026
\nI dig you.. Can you feel me???
\nGet on board.. This ride was designed with your pleasure in mind\u2026
\nI am proposing a groove theory\u2026 Accept it and I promise an explosion..
\nof words unspoken that continues to choke the life out of our love\u2026.
\nBetween the sheets is the story the world wants to know\u2026
\nAnd is the music our bodies dance to\u2026
\nThe drum was designed to be beat.. And with every stroke a song is heard\u2026
\nDon\u2019t stop! You\u2019re stirring the juices of my understanding\u2026
\nI\u2019m confused in the light and reassured by the darkness\u2026
\nStanding naked in our bedroom is the truth cloaked by the shadows of the stark reality\u2026 We belong together\u2026
\nYour pretty brown eyes and my computer love\u2026 We are taking it one heart beat at a time\u2026
\nWords unspoken\u2026 Love divine\u2026 Swallow the pieces that trail behind us\u2026
\nGuiding our minds\u2026 Wrapping tightly.. Our union! One thinking, one breathing\u2026
\nNever ending.. It is our \u201cSOUL-TREE\u2026 Beginnings\u2026. Speak the word\u2026.UNSPOKEN!<\/p>\n

C.D. Kirven\u00a0has\u00a0published a novel,<\/em> What Goes Around Comes Back Around, which was nominated for a\u00a02008 Lambda Literary Foundation\u00a0 Award. Visit her website at <\/em>www.cdkirven.com<\/em><\/a>. Her novel was\u00a0the February 2009 Pick of the Month. Read the review<\/a> and interview<\/a> with Kirven.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n

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\"jaepic\"Jae<\/em>
\nstrokeofgenuis@embarqmail.com<\/strong><\/p>\n

LOVE IS NOT BLIND<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Lying in bed, longing for you
\nMissing nights when the distance between us
\nWas only inches instead of hours
\nWhen your breathing was on my ear
\nInstead of in my ear
\nFalling asleep to the sound of your voice
\nKnowing I’d wake up to the sun of your smile
\nQuestioning the existence of anything
\nOutside of that room, at that moment<\/p>\n

So tangible was the allure of it all
\nEnticing as Elysium Fields
\nMesmerizing as Oshun’s hips
\nAppearing perfect like retouched photos
\nYet as fragile as the ashes of love letters
\nWispy like low clouds on windy days<\/p>\n

So shallow are the roots that grow love
\nBarely beneath the surface
\nSubjected to the elements
\nThe acid rain of tears
\nThe pounding tread of doubt
\nThe inescapable heat of anger
\nThe unbearable cold of pain
\nAnd the infestation of infiltrators<\/p>\n

Love is not blind
\nOnly blindfolded
\nIt’s other senses intact
\nWorking feverishly to untie the knot
\nExposing it’s sight
\nTo the spectrum of reality<\/p>\n

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\"tanainepic\"Tanaine Jenkins<\/em>
\nadklinc@yahoo.com<\/strong><\/p>\n

A Different Kinda Luv<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

I need \u201ca different kinda luv.\u201d
\nI need you to stimulate me mentally, physically and emotional you see I need you to mind fuck me.
\nLay me on my back and mentally do me until I lyrically cum all over you with my phrases.
\nI need you to luv me like the end of days is near and the only thing I fear is you not by my side to luv.
\nWhen your hand and my had come together and combine it\u2019s like we\u2019re going half on a lyrical baby
\nand all day I orgasm from what you whispered in my ear from our previous conversation.
\nand without hesitation I would confess my luv to anything we have grown into
\nOur similarities make us luv the same and our differences make us luv different
\nand every time you pass by me my toes curl
\nEvery time you pass by me I immediately get
\nmentally stable, emotionally cleansed and physically able to
\nluv you different.
\nTo luv you different than I have ever luved a man or a woman
\nAnd when your hand and my hand came together
\nI came all over myself.
\nbut in my defense it was in a lyrical sense;
\nAnd since then you have expanded my vocabulary above and beyond Webster\u2019s Dictionary.
\nYou\u2019ve made my imagination draw pictures above and beyond Webster\u2019s Pictionary.
\nYou\u2019ve made me see visions that I never thought I\u2019d see,
\ntherefore I am a self proclaimed visionary.
\nYou are my un-imaginary lover, friend and concubine
\nAnd I\u2019ll be damned!
\nI\u2019ll be damned!
\nI\u2019ll be damned if I don\u2019t luv you different.<\/p>\n

This poem is from Tanaine Jenkins’s debut novel of the same name, which was featured on Sistahs on the Shelf in June 2006.<\/em><\/p>\n

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\"brooklynraine\"Brooklyn Raine<\/em>
\nKamilah.haywood@gmail.com<\/strong><\/p>\n

Crushed<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Black thick lips
\nhips open never
\nhidden and closed
\nlike a book.<\/p>\n

Confined by being young
\nblack dark fat ugly broken
\nhomeless.<\/p>\n

Evil names societies given
\nbut now are BE LIE EVED.
\nTrees are to blossom.<\/p>\n

Weeds dye alone.
\nEntangled searching
\nfor a place to belong
\nTo call home.<\/p>\n

In a web of dreams
\nbroken abused and dead.<\/p>\n

Is this who I see?<\/p>\n

Another weed stepped on dwindling
\nin the masses.<\/p>\n

Classified and judge by all
\nbut seen by none.<\/p>\n

Where do I belong?<\/p>\n

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Dawn<\/em>
\n\"dawnmoore\"reddbap@yahoo.com<\/strong><\/p>\n

Beauty<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

Like fields of wild orchids in bloom,
\nMy heart is overwhelmed by your beauty.
\nYour eyes, they captivate my soul
\nDancing, like trees blowing in the wind.<\/p>\n

Soft and tender, your lips hypnotize me
\nAnd I become weak with each spoken word.<\/p>\n

Like billows of clouds inviting me to rest,
\nYour breasts offer me a haven of peace
\nSomewhere soft to lay my head.<\/p>\n

Your scent is like a fresh ocean breeze
\nDrifting lazily through the air.
\nMy nostrils open to take in all of you,
\nBurning into my memory so I shall never forget<\/p>\n

Like lightening crashing wildly
\nThrough the night sky, electrifying everything
\nIn its path, so your touch does me.
\nMy hair stands on end. I can\u2019t take your touch,
\nBut don\u2019t stop running your fingers across my hands,
\nMy lap, my body. I am on fire, burning internally
\nAnd loving every minute of it.<\/p>\n

Like a Georgia peach that\u2019s first bitten,
\nJuices flow and drip revealing its freshness.
\nSo shall you flow and drip and not wanting
\nTo miss any of your freshness, I hungrily drink
\nYou in. Wanting to taste all of you,
\nWanting the essence of you running down my chin.<\/p>\n

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Chasity Moore<\/em>
\ndualfish320@yahoo.com<\/strong><\/p>\n

Mango el jugo de<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n

I grasp the flesh of your ass
\nlike i would an overly ripe mango
\ni handle it delicately @ first
\nanticipating the taste of the golden yellow
\nflesh
\nthe exterior is firm
\nprotectiong the juiciest part
\nof the heart of it all
\ni squeeze again, wanting more
\ncraving more
\nnecesito mas
\nnecesito el jugo a mi boca
\nmi lingua
\ngreedily, i eat all of you
\nletting the juice run down my chin
\nand i mindlessly catch it with
\nalready sticky fingers
\n(to taste it again)
\nsoaked with the sweetness of
\nthe flesh
\nI lavish it’s center with
\nrough swirls of my tongue
\nand light nibbles of my teeth
\nmaking sure not to miss any part
\nof the fruit
\nmoaning with pleasure,
\ni finish it all,
\nlicking,
\nand nibbling,
\nand sucking,
\nuntil all that is left is the center of you
\nthe soul of you
\nexposed at last
\nall that is left is
\nyour soul<\/p>\n

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<\/em>\"salimamasud\"Salima Masud
\n<\/em>salimamasud@verizon.net<\/strong><\/p>\n

need<\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

i don’t need you<\/p>\n

to tell me how strong i am.<\/p>\n

i don\u2019t need you<\/p>\n

to praise my strength.<\/p>\n

i don\u2019t need you<\/p>\n

to tell me i am beautiful.<\/p>\n

i don\u2019t need you for my glory.<\/p>\n

it is God given.<\/p>\n

i don\u2019t need you to tell me how sweet I am.<\/p>\n

you have never tasted my juices.<\/p>\n

i don\u2019t need you to tell me the size of my heart.<\/p>\n

you have never seen it.<\/p>\n

i don\u2019t need you to tell me my truths.<\/p>\n

i need you to not tell me your lies.<\/p>\n

i don\u2019t need you to tell me of my sweet smell.<\/p>\n

you can only smell your own scent.<\/p>\n

i don\u2019t need your caress.<\/p>\n

i can touch myself.<\/p>\n

i don\u2019t need you, to love.<\/p>\n

i can love whomever I want.<\/p>\n

i don\u2019t need you to love me.<\/p>\n

your love is not valued.<\/p>\n

i don\u2019t need to enter your house.<\/p>\n

i have never felt welcomed.<\/p>\n

i don\u2019t need your religion.<\/p>\n

i have always had the spirit.<\/p>\n

what i need is peace.<\/p>\n

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\"eternityphilops\"Eternity Philops
\n<\/em>mail@eternityphilops.com<\/strong><\/p>\n

Attraction <\/strong><\/span><\/p>\n

Boppin\u2019 down a summer street
\ncomes a Brotha<\/p>\n

A Burnin\u2019 Brotha<\/p>\n

with thick
\nsugar cane dreads
\nstreaming from his scalp<\/p>\n

They brush the coconut biceps
\nbulging from his palm tree arms<\/p>\n

He\u2019s painted with Hershey skin
\ntopped with almond roasted eyes
\nand toffee crumb freckles<\/p>\n

And gleaming in the sun
\na smooth
\nbare
\nmahogany chest
\nto protect his heart\u2019s treasures<\/p>\n

His glance tells me<\/p>\n

I\u2019d be granted a key
\nif only I\u2019d ask<\/p>\n

Instead I smile<\/p>\n

He smiles back
\nand the intensity of
\nhis presence
\ndives into my soul
\nleaving ripples
\nacross the lake of my being<\/p>\n

They gently bounce off
\nthe shores of my mind
\nuntil
\ncalmly
\nquietly
\nthey disperse
\nand his presence drains
\nlike cold bath water
\nleaving melted chocolate puddles
\nwith coconut shreds
\nin my footsteps as
\nI stroll by<\/p>\n

Around the corner
\nis a Sistah<\/p>\n

A Sizzlin\u2019 Sistah<\/p>\n

A silked wool curtain
\nof cinnamon sugar
\nis draped around her shoulders
\nand diamonds are mined
\non each of her lobes<\/p>\n

Soft water melons
\nwith hard honey suckles
\npeek through her
\nwoven grapevine blouse<\/p>\n

Her Classic Coke bottled body
\nwould do well to
\nquench my hot thirst<\/p>\n

Licorice lips
\ndrip sweet nectar in my ears
\nas she speaks<\/p>\n

\u201cHi there\u201d<\/p>\n

The words are thunder
\nand her eyes blink lightning<\/p>\n

My lake is overwhelmed by
\nthe waterfall of her essence
\nand floods into
\na violent ocean<\/p>\n

My earth quakes
\nand tsunamis crash against the shores
\nuntil the beach boundaries are swallowed
\nand the force of the currents
\ninsist on an outlet<\/p>\n

A geyser erupts
\nfrom under my tongue
\nand my lips part to release the
\nhurricane of energy
\nswelling within<\/p>\n

\u201cHello\u201d<\/p>\n

She smiles<\/p>\n

I smile back<\/p>\n

Sistah walks on
\nand I am left to wade
\nin a raging river
\nthat used to be
\ndry panties<\/p>\n

Copyright \u00a9 by Eternity Philops.
\nAll Rights Reserved.<\/p>\n

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