A poetry collection by Renee Drummond-Brown

Black Bodies ‘Swangin’

Abel Meeropol

proclaims

strange fruit’s

common

in

the South.

But Father,

on this

very day

the

North,

East

and

West

practices

‘summadat’

same ole

same ole

mess.

Yeah,

I’d say

on

any given

“Holiday”

Billie

that ‘iz’;

them

black holes

been

‘sportin’

‘SUM’

strange fruit

at

its best

these days.

The more colored ‘thangs’

change;

the more

strange fruit

‘wit’

black bodies

begin

to ‘swang’.

 

 

The NO Sense

I see

dumb people

and

they don’t know

they’re dumb.

Pants

‘sagin’ down;

‘slangin’

‘dat’

dope,

‘takin’

their own

 communities

for

broke!

I see

dumb people

and

they don’t know

they’re dumb.

‘Walkin’

round

like

‘ev’ry’body else

‘CEPT’

jobless

‘havin’

big fun.

Stupid ‘iz’ ‘az’ stupid ‘doez’

too dumb

to learn

how to spell;

let alone,

want

a job;

on their way

straight to hell.

I see

dumb people

and

they don’t know

they’re dumb.

‘Makin’

‘kidz’

‘wit’

‘ev’ry’

Tom, Dick,

and

Harry’s son,

sayin

“I do”

an’

he’s already married too;

let me guess?

Hmm

NOT TO YOU.

I see

dumb people

and

they don’t know

they’re dumb.

60 years

old

still

‘livin’

at home

with mom,

no job

no future

an’

no plans

to EVER go.

 I see

dumb people,

too stupid

to want

to grow.

I see

dumb people

and

they don’t know

they’re dumb.

They walk amongst

us

everyday

Is it you?

Hmm;

just sayin,

just sayin.

NEWS FLASH!!!

The only dumb question

‘IZ’

THE ONE THAT THEY ASK!!!

 

Boy

Oxygen

cut off

as he ‘swangs’

10 yrs. ol’

but

considered

a man.

Eyes bulging

from his head

sweat pouring

from his glands.

Breath slipping fast.

Numbness

in both hands;

Mob ‘yellin’

“Swing low

sweet chariot

no-ones

‘fennin’

to carry you home”.

Boy’s

minds’

the last to leave

as he

FORCED

to

swing

and become

a man

from

a

 poplar tree.

 

Go To Hell!

Restore

that blind mans’

sight.

Give

that murderer

a second chance

at life.

Take away

those drugs.

Mature

that hooligan thug.

Feed

that crack baby.

Addiction

to bondage

minus

the subjugation

of slavery.

Black lives matter?

Yeah right!

If not here;

then where?

Definitely,

 in the

hereafter.

Bang; bang

shoot ‘em’ dead

an’ let

that piece of steel

be still;

and/or

“Go to Hell”

die ‘tryin’

if

you will.

reneedrummondbrown

Renee’ B. Drummond is a renown poetria and artist from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. She is the author of: The Power of the Pen, SOLD TO THE HIGHEST BIDDER, Renee’s Poems with Wings are Words in Flight-I’ll Write Our Wrongs, and Renee’s Poems with Wings are Words in Flight. Her work is viewed on a global scale and solidifies her as a force to be reckoned with in the literary world of poetry. Renee’ is inspired by non-other than Dr. Maya Angelou, because of her, Renee’ posits “Still I write, I write, and I’ll write!”

 

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2 Comments Add yours

  1. Renee' Drummond-Brown says:

    Thank you CHIEF~IN~EDITOR Nicole Ford Thomas, Senior Editor OF SickLit Magazine, for publishing my poetic flow. Your Pittsburgh Author Renee’ Drummond-Brown (Renee’s Poems with Wings are Words in Flight).

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