Copyright © 2000-2020. It helps blacks to loosen the ties that bind. In knee high boots and skirts that lift the thigh, He started drinking, he lost his job and I became the laughing stock of the town. Or a dragon in some iterations of love, majestic in. February is Black History Month, and to celebrate the contributions black poets have made, and continue to make, to the richness of American poetry, we asked twelve contemporary black poets from across the country to choose one poem that should be read this month and to tell us a bit about why. It was until my awakening when I went to the hair dresser and she chopped off my hair that I realized how beautiful my unprocessed hair really was. Force your lips quiet and sweet and they’ll speak when they need to practice braids. For some it would be weddings, engagements, graduations, etc. or pink, the colors of luck and youth. Poem Submitted: Thursday, September 16, 2010. I Crave Your Mouth, Your Voice, Your Hair - Poem by Pablo Neruda. Or a furry snake. Place of observation: at my work, World of Tile Company It is about baptism of the spirit and mind. February is Black History Month, and to celebrate the contributions black poets have made, and continue to make, to the richness of American poetry, we asked twelve contemporary black poets from across the country to choose one poem that should be read this month and to tell us a bit about why. I must wear my black hair proudly. Tender-headed ass won’t last ’round here long. For me, I would have to say the day I gave birth to my son. "To A Dark Moses" by Lucille Clifton. You can get all of our newest stories and updates on BYP research ... fifteen. Or a licorice bunny. I am glad my husband directed me to your site. No longer a stump wailing for affection at harvest. It was the middle of the night and I was in a small room with a wide, flat futon on the floor. 123Helpme.com. if the bride wears white for the ceremony. sanctuary, with fathoms of rain weighing down, as if nature wanted to of the deceased don’t wear black, but white. Once down the stairs I saw my best friend in all of Rozadon, Cody ‘Codex’ Harrison, standing by the door with his mess short brown hair and his blue eyes and my big brother Percy dressed in his normal outfit of a red shirt and jeans. It … by Black Girl With Long Hair • May 13, 2015. My piercing, brown eyes were glinting in the light coming from the full moon apparent through the window. letter to pam africa. I entered Woman’s Hospital in Baton Rouge, Louisiana ready for one of the most exciting experiences in my life. You hold on your shoulders a coveted item that is useful. While he was playing he had taken note of everything about each of the men from the make of their clothes to the color of their hair to the type of drink they were quaffing. “Each piece is a reflection of the people, places and experiences of struggle that have shaped who I am–The Movement, the Black Aesthetic, strong Black women, our continued pursuit of Black Liberation. Cut your nails and use your fists to protect yourself against your sisters. … Gender: Female We used to be happy, but once he moved in it all went downhill. Her eyes glowed an unusual pale green and her skin was the color of the moon, perhaps a few shades darker. And fact: at Chinese funerals, relatives. Just cutting of the hair, or the style you wear, It is about baptism of the spirit and mind. 10 Powerful Quotes About Beauty and Natural Hair From Black Women We Love. Beat out the weak parts of the crops during harvest. The names used in this Adolescent Observation Report are fictitious. These enlightened black women have begun the lesson. Her hair defies gravity because as mother nature she determines what can rise. © 2020 Black Youth Project. ... salon because she thinks it doesn't look as good but it's this rich black with curls like waves and I used to envy her hair. If you won’t braid or defend yourself what is your value? Cut your nails and use your fists to protect yourself against your sisters. Very nice. That the “big chop” is more than about. Blach hairTangled in a thousand strands. like a puma in the barrens of Quitratue. She is the 2017 NUPIC Champion and is working on her debut collection of poems. Slowly a white Porsche loomed into his view, gliding like a ship's Lamont Lilly is a writer, activist, and father whose work echoes the struggles for justice and ambitions of our generation. But she’s the closest to God. But, there is that return of the hair and the blow-drying of the hair, taking care with that so it doesn’t turn from black to rust. You are the one. Your block is a layered cake of your sisters. Untitled poem by Sahith Shetty. Mary has reached her body height at 5’2”. He’s wearing a spiky bracelet. Although, when she was younger she, deliberate-- in depth at each person, he didn’t spend more time looking at one person more than another, it was almost robotic. The woods held the sniper and his gun in its dark I am lit for. Thank you for telling me,” She grabbed two handfuls of the silver and green gown she wore and began walking. You’ll learn that you can’t ever trust those quick to call themselves your sisters. All Rights Reserved. I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. General description: about 5’2”, black hair, brown eyes, about 100 lbs. Tangled my hair and Tangled my tangled memories Of our long nights of love making. “Your father wishes to speak with you. Nadia stood around a five foot mark with perfectly straight black hair that reached her waist. This is absolutely necessary to protect the privacy of the adolescent being observed. I bit her lip and pulled her hair, in between the lines. He shook his head, scattering the I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Plain but poignant, his poetry directly derives from the marginalized, from the streets of mass struggle, freedom fighting and the continued pursuit of Black Liberation. Cultural group: Chinese diving down his dark black hair. It’s dense, it’s kinky, it’s soft, it’s textured, it’s difficult, it’s easy and it’s fun. Through knowledge, voice, and action, we work to empower and uplift the lived experiences of young Black Americans today. I did the “big chop” 9/11/10 simply because my husband (then boyfriend) asked me to. These enlightened black women have begun the lesson. By Dorothy Chan. Your presence will someday become useful. For she’s not just the mother of all. Braiding forces our reunions to be like the shifts your mothers work, long. Raindrops appeared like diamonds night of the uprising. And fact: eight’s the lucky Chinese number, not seven, and at dim sum, my grandmother. Black, the color of clothing my grandmother hates, because young women should always wear red. I made her arch her back and scream, it only took a pen. He said it was urgent.” You hair won’t get pulled in fights if they are in braids. That’s what the mother tells the daughter-speaker in the poem. like a giant rat. Don’t sit on my porch while I make myself useful. I was completely in the grey. Add this poem … Copyright © 2016 by Lamont Lilly. My life changing experience started with the preparation for the, slight skip in his step. “Very well. They yearn for the gold that is your braids. Sitting on the porch until dark sweeps in needing to be invited, you’ll be needing long. The black-haired girls are graceful, like gazelles, Their haughty stares would strike a ‘lao wai' blind, As they cruise on through streets, where rubbish spills, Ignoring all, the poverty, the slime. What possessed you to ever grow your nails so long? Just cutting of the hair, or the style you wear. When the crop is already used what is its worth after harvest? Matthew nodded and said, “Yeah.” He stepped outside of the house and turned around to lock the door with his key. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. There is no comment submitted by members.. © Poems are the property of their respective owners. It’s dense, it’s kinky, it’s soft, it’s textured, it’s difficult, it’s easy and it’s fun. The tallest crop is worshipped at harvest. Days I yearn to kiss your luscious lipsDelicious lips tasting like a reddish appleas I bite upon your watery tongue. sail through the stormy night. Gary Soto and Cathy Song, the authors of Black Hair and Lost Sister, have had to come to terms with their culture. All we have done for the past seven months, It was 8:30 at night on a Saturday, when Matthew Stone opened the door to his house and looked at the only boy in the ‘Goth’ group. Raych Jackson currently teaches fourth grade in the Chicago Public School system. Copyright © 2016 by Lamont Lilly. And black, the color, of my late dog, Buzzie, a Skye Terrier, twice as long, as he was low, my mother once, joking, said he looked. she’ll change into red for the dinner—hello, with a meat platter of roasted pork, and how, guests go crazy for the abalone and swallow’s, nest soup with crab meat, and of course there’s, a chicken, a pig, a fish, a duck, and a lobster—, roll call. And, I love what you were saying Lindsay too, about the turning and how that’s happening. One day the rest of your body will stagger under the weight of its value. I didn’t even realize there was a “Natural Hair Movement” or that a “Natural Hair Journey” existed. So many little hands in your head. “It was black-black, so thick it drank two containers of relaxer at the salon, so full it took hours under … Living in America, it’s hard to think outside the box because of stereotypes and pre-dispositions. that twists. Black girls in a media picture get painted and depicted as bitter and loud and unattractive and uncivilized and uneducated and bestial and inhuman. All rights reserved. The new suit I bought him for his brother’s wedding now had a rip on the elbow and his muddy medium length brown hair that I used to love was now greasy and just as dishevelled as the rest of him. These Four Poems About Black Hair, Resistance, and Love Will Brighten Your Day tell the black girls.