Blk girls don’t commit suicide some of us just drown in red nylon capes riddled with holes and mismatched patches our grandma’s made quilts out of backwood knowledge and myths that became our nursery rhymes strong&black turned to ropes we double dutched with overtime we got hand-me-down issues from fatherless mothers who put sons on pedestals that their fathers left vacant turning boys to niggas that forget to say goodbye when they leave and some of us aren’t allowed to cry out loud so we learn we swallow tear shaped pride and whisper peppermint scented prayers into the bottom of collection plates that they’ll return in time for next Sunday’s service cause we don’t leave drawn out letters craved into our pulses and we don’t delicately overdose on colorful prescriptions some of us just choke on pleas for help we don’t let anyone hold our doors or carry our grocery bags cause we feel empty without the extra weight on our backs so we store daintiness between heavy breasts and folds of skin like hidden treasures for men to find "please let me be weak for once" is plastered against vaginal brick walls like faded promotional posters we have learned to wait for happiness with name tags on so it will recognize us cause we’ll be too busy dancing between jobs and dreams and passionately fish frying failed relationships that will turn to the love handles on the emotional baggage that we claim is independence but we ain’t free yet cause some of us still got aunt jemima loc’ed up in our minds aint yo momma but we’ll take care of you and carry you before we can take care of ourselves cause we don’t ever fall gracefully off of rooftops creating abstract art on concrete cause some of us are already sidewalks that fear the heights of glass ceilings so we take part time jobs suffocating our children with "yo daddy ain't shit" bed time stories cause every hero needs a villian to blame for not finishing college but we did take enough credit cards to die in debt only leaving our children with our capes cause see blk girls don’t commit suicide we are heros that live our deaths a thousands times and thats why with my dying breaths I’ll whisper for my daughters to cry to be fragile to have nervous break downs to fail to fall to be women.
--- paperdryspellsoutpoetry
-thanks and praise to the ((Most High)) and ((Ancestors)) for teaching me to be quiet for a year.
amazing piece....did you post this before a long time ago? Or something similar? Either way stellar work. More evidence of you your one of my fav of all time on here. Hope all is well with you & don't make us wait so long next time before you bless us again! Holla at the inbox if you get a spare moment.
PS: This would make an impressive audio....*hint* *hint*
Keep FLowin' Sis'........
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strong&black turned to ropes we double dutched with overtime we got hand-me-down issues from fatherless mothers who put sons on pedestals that their fathers left vacant turning boys to niggas that forget to say goodbye when they leave and some of us aren’t allowed to cry out loud so we learn we swallow tear shaped pride and whisper peppermint scented prayers into the bottom of collection plates that they’ll return in time for next Sunday’s service cause we don’t leave drawn out letters craved into our pulses and we don’t delicately overdose on colorful prescriptions some of us just choke on pleas for help
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powerful!!!!!
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----- "You Sensitive Bastard", Rob Sturma's latest book of poems, is available directly from the author. It's a pretty book with a real ISBN number and everything.
11. "RE: blk girls don't commit suicide" In response to Reply # 0
awesome i'm a new fan ___________________________ -Phyllis-
...The caged bird sings with fearful trill of the things unknown but longed for still and is tune is heard on the distant hill for the caged bird sings of freedom...
12. "RE: blk girls don't commit suicide" In response to Reply # 0
all praises, this is amazing. particularly struck me with this part:
"we don’t let anyone hold our doors or carry our grocery bags cause we feel empty without the extra weight on our backs so we store daintiness between heavy breasts and folds of skin like hidden treasures for men to find "please let me be weak for once" is plastered against vaginal brick walls like faded promotional posters we have learned to wait for happiness with name tags on so it will recognize us cause we’ll be too busy dancing between jobs and dreams and passionately fish frying failed relationships that will turn to the love handles on the emotional baggage that we claim is independence but we ain’t free yet"
but i'm a little, i don't know, the ending has me wondering... i think i know what it means, i know what it means to me... but i don't know, its like i can't swallow it, i guess i was just expecting something different in the last few lines. in any case, this is an example of poetry at its finest. truly
13. "ahhhh..." In response to Reply # 0 Mon Mar-15-04 03:46 PM
first off, welcome back. you've been missed by many (and i see the fam has gathered for the moment *waves*)
second off, what i signed up for. you posted your last main board piece i believe just as i joined back in may. an age ago. i like the truth in this, the imagery, and, yes, the positioning of your argument (felt kinda like a poetic thesis, y'know?).
stay up, stay around, and keep getting down. bring it all back.
peace,
n.
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16. "RE: blk girls don't commit suicide" In response to Reply # 0
i luv this....
>but we’ll take care of you >and carry you >before we can take care of ourselves >cause >we >don’t >ever >fall >gracefully off of rooftops >creating abstract art on concrete >cause >some of us are >already sidewalks >that >fear the heights >of glass ceilings >so we take part time jobs >suffocating our children >with "yo daddy ain't shit" bed time stories >cause every hero needs >a villian >to blame >for not finishing college >but we did take enough credit cards >to die >in debt >only leaving our children with >our capes >cause see >blk girls don’t commit suicide >we are heros >that live our deaths >a thousands times >and thats why >with my dying breaths >I’ll whisper for my daughters >to cry >to be fragile >to have nervous break downs >to fail >to fall >to be >women.
& it took me back to this...
we teach our men about honor while we bottle our grace sell intuition & bodies for community sake our breath is that of ebony gold queens tucking our bullets tight in our crowns our panties are always clean we bitch brawl battle real dragons & witches w/ acid tongues & jagged eyes know all about pain & heat break up niggas fencing with/out swords sing our mamas & our babies to sleep we are quik on our feet us/ blk gurls/ let our eyes dictate danger build jesus mangers between our thighs nite gives way to day as we cry tears that go unseen we put depression off for betta days when time is an option
gurl, your silence was well deserved. i want the book. in fact sumtimes i dream of a book of u & kima & tremaine & me... oh the majic, oh the pain... maybe one day.
beautiful piece sis & it made me revist my own "blk gurls dont live in castles" keep speaking it out LOUD ____________________________________
"i remain an optimist, not that there is any evidence that i can give that right is going to prosper but because of my unflinching faith that right must proper in the end. our inspiration can come only from our faith that right must prevail" ---mahatma ghandi
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I wrap myself around a celestial tree
and from there
I can see
Patterns of eternity that stick with me and make impact, so that the struggle
i love this cuz i never thought about life and society this way. maybe its because im too sheltered or something but really wow!
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20. "RE: blk girls don't commit suicide" In response to Reply # 0 Tue Mar-16-04 02:26 PM
Not quite a "View All" yet -- But well deserved anywayz -- *smiles*
Yeah, this is the stuff "Barnes & Nobles" books are made of -- so I hope to be purchasing one with your name on it -- (ONE OF THESE DAYS) -- ;^)
Everyone else has pretty much taken my words and expressed them -- So I'll just say: "Good to see you back on the board again with your signature quality & classic flow~streams."
This board was gettin' kinda dry -- We could use the moisture! -- *smiles*
(((ReFreshing)))
A guitar string vibrating, a measure of my soul, a breech in the silence -- I've always felt like words come through me & I write them down... they have no master --- gsquared ♥
I guess I haven't been around long enough to have been blessed by any of your work but this was amazing.
"please let me be weak for once"
I felt that to the depths of my soul. Seems like we are expected to hold everything together, fix everyone else but never show weakness. And when we do... we are ridiculed. I know I have had moments where I have thought I was losing my mind and I accidentally let it slip to anyone I was told to get up, move on. My mother has said we are not to show weakness. It has taken years for me to even admit that I CANT do it all. This was the song of my heart. Thank you so much for sharing.
"Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them." -Charles Simic
"When all men think alike, no one thinks very much." -Walter Lippmann
22. "up again and archive?" In response to Reply # 0
who's with me???
----- "You Sensitive Bastard", Rob Sturma's latest book of poems, is available directly from the author. It's a pretty book with a real ISBN number and everything.
"i remain an optimist, not that there is any evidence that i can give that right is going to prosper but because of my unflinching faith that right must proper in the end. our inspiration can come only from our faith that right must prevail" ---mahatma ghandi
+
I wrap myself around a celestial tree
and from there
I can see
Patterns of eternity that stick with me and make impact, so that the struggle
28. "RE: blk girls don't commit suicide" In response to Reply # 0
my good ness--I felt that one!!!!amazing amazing amazing! I liked this because it was simply stated and the simple words painted a heavy picture. The last line was powerful...Allow them to be women. beautiful.
Even when the condition is critical, when the living is miserable, your position is pivotal--I ain't bullshittin you!-Talib
You had me on point like cold nipples-Me
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