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Kinkylicious

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Kinkylicious (Collaboration with Dk Osei Yaw)
Tresses and twists serenade my African smile

“Chop off that bush and you shall reveal your African smile”
My boss, here he comes again, shaving me with his ethical dress code;
His tongue, sharper than the razor blade, tearing through my Afro;

O child/a pariah/because me no wan no weave/the perm turns me off
Why can’t I be this beautiful

Kinkylicious
Tresses and twists serenade my African smile

High school 1998 prescription
dictates of the half-inch look
O child soon to learn

Kinkylicious
Tresses and twists serenade my African smile

“What do you think our customers will say?”
“You look like a drug baron bound for jail”
I reach into my bag and I draw
Duafe, made of wood
I stick it in my afro,
Made of hair
Then I say,
“What is wrong if I wear
“Onyame abodi3”

Trim that bush and sit next to your sistren from outaseas
with bum-long silky hair
Don’t you know
Your kink ain’t never been welcome

Kinkylicious
Tresses and twists serenade my African smile

smile African my serenade twists and Tresses
Kinkylicious

Smile African
Smile smile African
Smile smile smile African

Serenade my twists
Tresses too
Kinkylicious

Kinkylicious
Tresses and twists serenade my African smile

Crystal Tettey

Featured Poem:

Perfection we once sought

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There she goes 2x
The girl with the broken heart
There she goes 2x
The girl who could just not smile

Those who sucked the breasts of Africa
tell how flaccid she has become
By show of arms
they demonstrate their anger
their conscience schooled by poverty

Spit heels…cracked walls
Vectors of the journey

Perfection we once sought
In places of nonsensical patriarchy
of the fanatic and deafening charismatic
of the superficial and lavish

Puzzling ideologies consumed us
Giving us center-stage in this circus

Perfection we once sought
Finding peace…in the art of war
Our lack of spirituality consoled by materialism
damned imperfect tactics targeting monstrous terrorists
Demons inspired by our lack of truth
the vile and the evilest propagate
where we once sought perfection

There she goes 2x
The girl with the broken heart
There she goes 2x
The girl who could just not smile

I see beyond the pattern of perforated walls
I see beyond the years of stunted progress and stolen peace
To the generosity of the hearts of Africa
…to the hearts of women

S.K.D Complex littered with participants from afar
shaded by bamboo and palm from Ellen’s Liberia
Drums and vociferous voices remind me of me
remind me of the struggle to bring Zion to Africa
where we once sought perfection

Crystal-Tettey

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  1. discovered your website through New Africa magazine, I’m I plan to spend some time here wish you well!

    Kamau Rono

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Biography

Crystal Tettey is a Malagasy/Ghanaian artist who is a member of EhaLaKasa- a group of young Spoken word poets who use performance art to inspire positive social change. She is fluent in English, French, Russian, Ga and Twi.

Crystal Tettey

Crystal-Tettey
Crystal-Tettey

Biography

Crystal Tettey is a Malagasy/Ghanaian artist who is a member of EhaLaKasa- a group of young Spoken word poets who use performance art to inspire positive social change. She is fluent in English, French, Russian, Ga and Twi.

Kinkylicious

Enlarge poem

Kinkylicious (Collaboration with Dk Osei Yaw)
Tresses and twists serenade my African smile

“Chop off that bush and you shall reveal your African smile”
My boss, here he comes again, shaving me with his ethical dress code;
His tongue, sharper than the razor blade, tearing through my Afro;

O child/a pariah/because me no wan no weave/the perm turns me off
Why can’t I be this beautiful

Kinkylicious
Tresses and twists serenade my African smile

High school 1998 prescription
dictates of the half-inch look
O child soon to learn

Kinkylicious
Tresses and twists serenade my African smile

“What do you think our customers will say?”
“You look like a drug baron bound for jail”
I reach into my bag and I draw
Duafe, made of wood
I stick it in my afro,
Made of hair
Then I say,
“What is wrong if I wear
“Onyame abodi3”

Trim that bush and sit next to your sistren from outaseas
with bum-long silky hair
Don’t you know
Your kink ain’t never been welcome

Kinkylicious
Tresses and twists serenade my African smile

smile African my serenade twists and Tresses
Kinkylicious

Smile African
Smile smile African
Smile smile smile African

Serenade my twists
Tresses too
Kinkylicious

Kinkylicious
Tresses and twists serenade my African smile

Featured Poem:

Perfection we once sought

Enlarge poem

There she goes 2x
The girl with the broken heart
There she goes 2x
The girl who could just not smile

Those who sucked the breasts of Africa
tell how flaccid she has become
By show of arms
they demonstrate their anger
their conscience schooled by poverty

Spit heels…cracked walls
Vectors of the journey

Perfection we once sought
In places of nonsensical patriarchy
of the fanatic and deafening charismatic
of the superficial and lavish

Puzzling ideologies consumed us
Giving us center-stage in this circus

Perfection we once sought
Finding peace…in the art of war
Our lack of spirituality consoled by materialism
damned imperfect tactics targeting monstrous terrorists
Demons inspired by our lack of truth
the vile and the evilest propagate
where we once sought perfection

There she goes 2x
The girl with the broken heart
There she goes 2x
The girl who could just not smile

I see beyond the pattern of perforated walls
I see beyond the years of stunted progress and stolen peace
To the generosity of the hearts of Africa
…to the hearts of women

S.K.D Complex littered with participants from afar
shaded by bamboo and palm from Ellen’s Liberia
Drums and vociferous voices remind me of me
remind me of the struggle to bring Zion to Africa
where we once sought perfection

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (0)
  • Pride (2)
  • Optimism (0)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (1)
  • Inspiration (0)
  • Reflection (1)
  • Captivation (2)
  • Peace (1)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

Kinkylicious

Enlarge poem

Kinkylicious (Collaboration with Dk Osei Yaw)
Tresses and twists serenade my African smile

“Chop off that bush and you shall reveal your African smile”
My boss, here he comes again, shaving me with his ethical dress code;
His tongue, sharper than the razor blade, tearing through my Afro;

O child/a pariah/because me no wan no weave/the perm turns me off
Why can’t I be this beautiful

Kinkylicious
Tresses and twists serenade my African smile

High school 1998 prescription
dictates of the half-inch look
O child soon to learn

Kinkylicious
Tresses and twists serenade my African smile

“What do you think our customers will say?”
“You look like a drug baron bound for jail”
I reach into my bag and I draw
Duafe, made of wood
I stick it in my afro,
Made of hair
Then I say,
“What is wrong if I wear
“Onyame abodi3”

Trim that bush and sit next to your sistren from outaseas
with bum-long silky hair
Don’t you know
Your kink ain’t never been welcome

Kinkylicious
Tresses and twists serenade my African smile

smile African my serenade twists and Tresses
Kinkylicious

Smile African
Smile smile African
Smile smile smile African

Serenade my twists
Tresses too
Kinkylicious

Kinkylicious
Tresses and twists serenade my African smile

Video

Comments

  1. discovered your website through New Africa magazine, I’m I plan to spend some time here wish you well!

    Kamau Rono

Your email address will not be published.