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This flesh

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dee matthews, falu, sonya renee, eboni, aja monet, sick prose,

this kin.
this stone toss family.
this kin.
this death of choice.
this choice of addiction.
this kin addicted to dying.
this black death that smells like home.
this home.
this heart has no home.
this heart found a home in brooklyn.
in airports. in a little girl’s smile.
in the halo of gentrification.
in a little bit better.
it will be all better if i could just have this home.
this house.
this man that i love.
this love i can’t hold.
this man that i need.
this life i can’t hold.
this want.
this now.
this here.
sprawled inside my chest.
this black that i can’t separate from my skin.
this bone attached to this breaking sunrise of this smile.
this root of all evil.
this woman.
this evil.
this woman.
this god.
this evil to think myself evil.
this god.
this evil to think myself anything less than woman.
this bermuda.
this stonehenge.
this temple.
this flesh and this fat.
this sister. this lover. this wife. yes, this wife.
this here be more than jumpoff.
this be more than free milk.
this here be your mother’s lonely.

this black girl. this bricklayer.
this woman that can’t forget how to kiss like shadows.
how to smile like crypt keepers.
how to pray like a whisper.
how to forget where she came from.
where she came from.
from a gutter of a woman and a jawbreaker of a man.
this hammer head love sits on my chest.
this crunch. this crush. this sound of breakable things.
this worthless thing. this worthwhile thing.
this breath is worthwhile. this hurt is worth now.
this now is worth tomorrow. this tomorrow aint even here yet.
but it sound good – sound like
spilled 40ounce and spliff cliffed lips.
this concrete crack tomorrow.
this glass chipped tomorrow
this morning song of good.
this holday heartbreak, good.
this simone feel good.
tomorrow’s full of good and heart clatter.

and it sound like love. this love. this harbor.
this boat. this water. this love. this love.
this faith. this cliff. this dive. this miss
and dive again. still.
this love that loves nothing more than love.
this girl that loves a love like this.
This golden breath. this sinner’s smile.
this jacknife heart. this blade rebirth.
this here this now. this thing with many names.
this pulse with a face like our own.
this bloody pulp.
this this.

Mahogany L. Browne

Featured Poem:

Advice to Rihanna

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Eve says: These women are our sisters
Oprah says: If you go back with a man who hits you, it
is because you don’t feel you’re worthy of being with
a man who won’t
Chris Brown says: I don’t want to put a woman
through the same thing that person put my mom
through
Tyra Banks says: Oh God he’s repeating it!
Rihanna’s Father says: Somebody has a stranglehold
on her.
Police Report says: Brown punched Rihanna
Rihanna says: Daddy, I miss you.
Kanye West says: I would do anything to help her.
Ellen Degeneres says: I love Chris Brown and his music
but to hit a girl
Rihanna’s Lawyers says: She wants to get back to her
life
Kanye West says: Can’t we give Chris a break?
Little Girl says: I would leave Chris Brown so quick!
Diddy says: Sometimes relationships get ugly.
Tyra says: I thought I would fail if I left.
Police Report says: Brown bit her ear and fingers.
Punched her in the eye. The nose. The lip.
Tyra Banks says: We need to send her love
Rihanna’s Lawyer says: She appreciates the love and
support of her fans.
Little Girl says: We look up to Rihanna
Diddy says: It was a dark time for them
Chris Brown says: You just did the stupidest thing
ever. I’m going to kill you.
Ellen says: I don’t want any girl out there to think its
OK to go back to a guy that hit her.
Police Report says: He put her in a headlock
Robin Givens says: Oh God!
Chris Brown says: I am seeking the counseling of my
pastor, my mother and other loved ones
Usher says: The new Ike & Tina, huh?
Diddy says: You wasn’t in that car
Oprah says: If a man hits you once
Diddy says: I wasn’t in that car.
Oprah says: He will hit you again
Kerry Washington says: We have to start talking more
openly about this.
Diddy says: We don’t know what happened
T.I. says: I don’t know the details…It’s not my business
Chris Brown says: I am committed, with God’s help, to
emerging a better person
Interviewer says: When will she come to her senses
Rihanna says: I am on my way home. Make sure the
cops are there when I get there.
Oprah says: We need to pray for Him to be healed,
and for her to be healed also.
Rihanna’s Dad says: I love my daughter, I will be
supportive.
Oprah says: Love doesn’t hurt…
Rihanna says: Daddy I miss you
Oprah says: Love doesn’t hurt…
Little girl says: I wouldn’t stay with Chris Brown – I
don’t care who he think he is!
Oprah says: Love doesn’t hurt
Little Girl says: Rihanna is stupid if she stays!
Chris Brown’s Mother cries
Chris Brown’s Mother cries
Chris Brown’s Mother cries
And Rihanna stays silent

Mahogany-L.-Browne

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Biography

The Cave Canem Fellow is the author of several books including Swag & Dear Twitter: Love Letters Hashed Out On-line, recommended by Small Press Distribution & listed as About.com Best Poetry Books of 2010.

She has released five LPs including the live album Sheroshima. As co-founder of the Off Broadway poetry production, Jam On It, and co-producer of NYC’s 1st Performance Poetry Festival: SoundBites Poetry Festival, Mahogany bridges the gap between lyrical poets and literary emcee.Browne has toured Germany, Amsterdam, England, Canada and recently Australia as 1/3 of the cultural arts exchange project Global Poetics.

Her journalism work has been published in magazines Uptown, KING, XXL, The Source, Canada’s The Word and UK’s MOBO. Her poetry has been published in literary journals Pluck, Literary Bohemian, Bestiary Brown Girl Love and Up The Staircase. She is an Urban Word NYC mentor, as seen on HBO’s Brave New Voices and facilitates performance poetry and writing workshops throughout the country.

She is the publisher of Penmanship Books, a small press for performance artists and owns PoetCD.Com, an on-line marketing and distribution company for poets. Mahogany is currently host and curator of the Friday Night Slam at the famous Nuyorican Poets Cafe.

Mahogany L. Browne

Mahogany-L.-Browne
Mahogany-L.-Browne

Biography

The Cave Canem Fellow is the author of several books including Swag & Dear Twitter: Love Letters Hashed Out On-line, recommended by Small Press Distribution & listed as About.com Best Poetry Books of 2010.

She has released five LPs including the live album Sheroshima. As co-founder of the Off Broadway poetry production, Jam On It, and co-producer of NYC’s 1st Performance Poetry Festival: SoundBites Poetry Festival, Mahogany bridges the gap between lyrical poets and literary emcee.Browne has toured Germany, Amsterdam, England, Canada and recently Australia as 1/3 of the cultural arts exchange project Global Poetics.

Her journalism work has been published in magazines Uptown, KING, XXL, The Source, Canada’s The Word and UK’s MOBO. Her poetry has been published in literary journals Pluck, Literary Bohemian, Bestiary Brown Girl Love and Up The Staircase. She is an Urban Word NYC mentor, as seen on HBO’s Brave New Voices and facilitates performance poetry and writing workshops throughout the country.

She is the publisher of Penmanship Books, a small press for performance artists and owns PoetCD.Com, an on-line marketing and distribution company for poets. Mahogany is currently host and curator of the Friday Night Slam at the famous Nuyorican Poets Cafe.

This flesh

Enlarge poem

dee matthews, falu, sonya renee, eboni, aja monet, sick prose,

this kin.
this stone toss family.
this kin.
this death of choice.
this choice of addiction.
this kin addicted to dying.
this black death that smells like home.
this home.
this heart has no home.
this heart found a home in brooklyn.
in airports. in a little girl’s smile.
in the halo of gentrification.
in a little bit better.
it will be all better if i could just have this home.
this house.
this man that i love.
this love i can’t hold.
this man that i need.
this life i can’t hold.
this want.
this now.
this here.
sprawled inside my chest.
this black that i can’t separate from my skin.
this bone attached to this breaking sunrise of this smile.
this root of all evil.
this woman.
this evil.
this woman.
this god.
this evil to think myself evil.
this god.
this evil to think myself anything less than woman.
this bermuda.
this stonehenge.
this temple.
this flesh and this fat.
this sister. this lover. this wife. yes, this wife.
this here be more than jumpoff.
this be more than free milk.
this here be your mother’s lonely.

this black girl. this bricklayer.
this woman that can’t forget how to kiss like shadows.
how to smile like crypt keepers.
how to pray like a whisper.
how to forget where she came from.
where she came from.
from a gutter of a woman and a jawbreaker of a man.
this hammer head love sits on my chest.
this crunch. this crush. this sound of breakable things.
this worthless thing. this worthwhile thing.
this breath is worthwhile. this hurt is worth now.
this now is worth tomorrow. this tomorrow aint even here yet.
but it sound good – sound like
spilled 40ounce and spliff cliffed lips.
this concrete crack tomorrow.
this glass chipped tomorrow
this morning song of good.
this holday heartbreak, good.
this simone feel good.
tomorrow’s full of good and heart clatter.

and it sound like love. this love. this harbor.
this boat. this water. this love. this love.
this faith. this cliff. this dive. this miss
and dive again. still.
this love that loves nothing more than love.
this girl that loves a love like this.
This golden breath. this sinner’s smile.
this jacknife heart. this blade rebirth.
this here this now. this thing with many names.
this pulse with a face like our own.
this bloody pulp.
this this.

Featured Poem:

Advice to Rihanna

Enlarge poem

Eve says: These women are our sisters
Oprah says: If you go back with a man who hits you, it
is because you don’t feel you’re worthy of being with
a man who won’t
Chris Brown says: I don’t want to put a woman
through the same thing that person put my mom
through
Tyra Banks says: Oh God he’s repeating it!
Rihanna’s Father says: Somebody has a stranglehold
on her.
Police Report says: Brown punched Rihanna
Rihanna says: Daddy, I miss you.
Kanye West says: I would do anything to help her.
Ellen Degeneres says: I love Chris Brown and his music
but to hit a girl
Rihanna’s Lawyers says: She wants to get back to her
life
Kanye West says: Can’t we give Chris a break?
Little Girl says: I would leave Chris Brown so quick!
Diddy says: Sometimes relationships get ugly.
Tyra says: I thought I would fail if I left.
Police Report says: Brown bit her ear and fingers.
Punched her in the eye. The nose. The lip.
Tyra Banks says: We need to send her love
Rihanna’s Lawyer says: She appreciates the love and
support of her fans.
Little Girl says: We look up to Rihanna
Diddy says: It was a dark time for them
Chris Brown says: You just did the stupidest thing
ever. I’m going to kill you.
Ellen says: I don’t want any girl out there to think its
OK to go back to a guy that hit her.
Police Report says: He put her in a headlock
Robin Givens says: Oh God!
Chris Brown says: I am seeking the counseling of my
pastor, my mother and other loved ones
Usher says: The new Ike & Tina, huh?
Diddy says: You wasn’t in that car
Oprah says: If a man hits you once
Diddy says: I wasn’t in that car.
Oprah says: He will hit you again
Kerry Washington says: We have to start talking more
openly about this.
Diddy says: We don’t know what happened
T.I. says: I don’t know the details…It’s not my business
Chris Brown says: I am committed, with God’s help, to
emerging a better person
Interviewer says: When will she come to her senses
Rihanna says: I am on my way home. Make sure the
cops are there when I get there.
Oprah says: We need to pray for Him to be healed,
and for her to be healed also.
Rihanna’s Dad says: I love my daughter, I will be
supportive.
Oprah says: Love doesn’t hurt…
Rihanna says: Daddy I miss you
Oprah says: Love doesn’t hurt…
Little girl says: I wouldn’t stay with Chris Brown – I
don’t care who he think he is!
Oprah says: Love doesn’t hurt
Little Girl says: Rihanna is stupid if she stays!
Chris Brown’s Mother cries
Chris Brown’s Mother cries
Chris Brown’s Mother cries
And Rihanna stays silent

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (2)
  • Pride (1)
  • Optimism (0)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (0)
  • Inspiration (3)
  • Reflection (1)
  • Captivation (2)
  • Peace (0)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (1)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (1)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (1)

This flesh

Enlarge poem

dee matthews, falu, sonya renee, eboni, aja monet, sick prose,

this kin.
this stone toss family.
this kin.
this death of choice.
this choice of addiction.
this kin addicted to dying.
this black death that smells like home.
this home.
this heart has no home.
this heart found a home in brooklyn.
in airports. in a little girl’s smile.
in the halo of gentrification.
in a little bit better.
it will be all better if i could just have this home.
this house.
this man that i love.
this love i can’t hold.
this man that i need.
this life i can’t hold.
this want.
this now.
this here.
sprawled inside my chest.
this black that i can’t separate from my skin.
this bone attached to this breaking sunrise of this smile.
this root of all evil.
this woman.
this evil.
this woman.
this god.
this evil to think myself evil.
this god.
this evil to think myself anything less than woman.
this bermuda.
this stonehenge.
this temple.
this flesh and this fat.
this sister. this lover. this wife. yes, this wife.
this here be more than jumpoff.
this be more than free milk.
this here be your mother’s lonely.

this black girl. this bricklayer.
this woman that can’t forget how to kiss like shadows.
how to smile like crypt keepers.
how to pray like a whisper.
how to forget where she came from.
where she came from.
from a gutter of a woman and a jawbreaker of a man.
this hammer head love sits on my chest.
this crunch. this crush. this sound of breakable things.
this worthless thing. this worthwhile thing.
this breath is worthwhile. this hurt is worth now.
this now is worth tomorrow. this tomorrow aint even here yet.
but it sound good – sound like
spilled 40ounce and spliff cliffed lips.
this concrete crack tomorrow.
this glass chipped tomorrow
this morning song of good.
this holday heartbreak, good.
this simone feel good.
tomorrow’s full of good and heart clatter.

and it sound like love. this love. this harbor.
this boat. this water. this love. this love.
this faith. this cliff. this dive. this miss
and dive again. still.
this love that loves nothing more than love.
this girl that loves a love like this.
This golden breath. this sinner’s smile.
this jacknife heart. this blade rebirth.
this here this now. this thing with many names.
this pulse with a face like our own.
this bloody pulp.
this this.

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