If " nigga " and " bitch"
are "defined " as friendly terms then
why does " impoverished" , " sexism" ,
"self - hate" and " oppression " still
HURT? # ?
Finding It
I could have made you happy
But, sometimes
I gotta treat you with disdain.
Glorify and baptize my pain
In order to appease the senses of others.
And oh no I'm not apologetic.
When it's showtime - let's get it...
The blank stares, no responses, the Disclosure of your reflection in others, Or "You mighty" with the pen
Every now and again.
The physical words are just
The front door to me.
But my unhappiness is center stage,
Yet the view of the back door to me.
You don't see me (maybe through me)
Uncluttering the clutter that I get from The gutter - my perception.
I hit repeat and it becomes a
Consistently monstrous task
To me.
And I try to get it.
I wrack my brain...
Exactly where is the route to the X
That leads to this priceless treasure
That you see in me?
I don't want to plead, beg, scream, Prematurely sin in
Cotton sheets, and revoke my
Kindness 'cause he wasn't
A sheep - in order to get to
Happy through the veins
Of my poetry...
My sunflower choked on
Water but thrived in the sunshine.
Why does happiness have
To grow from the dirt that
Is slung at me?
*Not fine tuned because sometimes the best intentions for a poem can even lose my attention. As a poet, I just can't sit on idle thoughts for too long. Either the thoughts are captured or they are not. I see now that I have to develop patience for both my gift and inspiration.
Scared
Its a bitch when love is scared.
Love don't love you and,
Love don't care.
Frightening.
Yeah, check that EnVogue tune.
Love can hurt but, hurt ain't love.
Question mark.
Love can be scared
And neglected like an unwanted
Step-child by the
Always Crying Foul...
Why is your heart always
In cardiac arrest?
Remain open, don't protest,
Less stress.
Smile, attract, embrace
Your abundant lot.
Share, don't hog, be an asset.
Flip your dirt. act worthy,
And most importantly, digress.
Because really it ain't just about you.
"So stop ya' blood clot crying...
Owww." (Biggie/Jay-Z)
Because this "end" is real simple -
Have faith.
Copyright 2011
brownsugatou
Image by D.so via Flickr
Color me negative
So, that my Mondays
Paint the whole
Damn week blue.
By brownsugatou
copyright 2011
Release me,
And forget me.
I shouldn't have to tell you
How this shit goes.
See the spirit of what we had
Was escorted out of our time and space
By the pallbearers a long time ago.
I feel relief.
Unburdened from your discouraging courage
To love, even when my arms of honesty
Where always there to smother you.
Yet, I allowed you to come up for oxygen
And I mistakenly inhaled the heir of your lyin' reign.
Now that its over, your truth...
You need me even more.
Except,
I am no longer willing to bleed.
My truth?
Is right here in my comfortable paradise
Growing above and beyond you.
Release me,
And forget me.
I was really inspired to write this... sometimes feelings cannot be exhibited due to being at the wrong place at the wrong time - but I was feeling this. Enjoy!
This blog still belongs to brownsugatou the poet but is no longer affiliated with brownsugatou.com - all I can do is take it as a compliment. Someone purchased my url brownsugatou.com and is now using it as their own. However, this poet will rock on!
Happy National Poetry Month! It's been a while, and sometimes I cannot control the time and space in which I update this blog. But enough about me it's National Poetry Month and today's post features author and poet Jonathan Burkett. He's been featured on my blog before and believe me he's destined to keep going places and being an inspiration wherever he goes. Sit down and take a break and immerse yourself in "Destined To Be" by Jonathan Burkett.
When I stopped feeling you,
All of a sudden your lies
Became your truth.
Now my feminine intuition
Is not the only thing that
No longer believes in you.
When I stopped feeling you,
The well of my once glistening insides
Turned dry in the wake
Of your arousing presence.
And my smile proudly walked away
From the now flameless desire
I once had for you!
When I stopped feeling you,
The twinkle in my eyes
Hardened like colored Starbursts...
Me-watching-you-watching-me-watch-you.
Remember that dance?
My gaze is now perfectly
And confidently contained.
Watch me as I smirk and
Admire My New Vision therapy.
When I stopped feeling you,
I loved, loved, loved, on me,
Passionately,
Unabashedly,
Carefree,
And unashamed of the person who ignorantly But, unconditionally loved the idea of we.
When I stopped feeling you,
I erased the feel of you.
Copyright 2011
brownsugatou
It IS about me being free,
But, it could be about me - NOT in love.
Because I refuse to lose my soul.
Even if,
I felt protected in our inclusive boundaries.
Even if,
I was put in a chokehold by your loyalty.
Still, I'd roam free.
By brownsugatou
Copyright 2011
To get this blog up and running soon. In the words of New Edition, don't count me. Peace and love.
Taking a break from what's right and what's wrong - sleeping with one eye open. However, HE has my back; there I can snuggle up with peace.
Read More......My words choke. Numb to life but, anxious to double dutch in these pen strokes. My words choke. - brownsugatou
Read More......My laptop was stolen, so I am testing the waters with mobile blogging... :-)
Read More......
Hey, hey now! In this post see the video and pay attention to the production. This is a spoken word video, and something kind of different also. This is spoken word artist Lucky breaking down "The 5 Elements", no not hip hop so you really have to listen to this brother's message. This video was produced by my Bro/Cuz, Shannon "Sope" Watson of Sope Productions and IndieHeat.com Do you have a music event that you want covered? He got you! If you need a music video or if you are trying to bring your spoken word piece from the page to the stage to a video music format?... he got you! You'll be hearing and seeing more from Lucky as well as videos from Shannon on this blog and my other blogs in the near future. Let's keep supporting the future pioneers and underground artists in poetry, spoken word, and hip hop!
I just couldn't wait to unravel the contents behind this man's latest spoken word piece "Make Hate To Me" by poet, author, and spoken word artist Dwayne Morgan. "Make Hate To Me"... my own curiosity stayed pleasantly teased up until a few minutes ago just thinking about the possibilities that Mr. Morgan would bring to the table with a title like that. "Make Hate To Me"... "Make Hate To Me"??? This was either going to be wild and sexy or dark and thought provoking. Well, let's just say my co-worker was ABSOLUTELY right when he said, "it could be something sexy". Hate is the new sexy y'all... enjoy!
"We have something in common..." using my best Whitney Houston voice here but I need a "good" Bobby to help me sing! Alright remember my blog is called brownsugatou: a black woman, her poetry, and then some. Look to the left side bar for links to my poetry. Today's post is in the "then some" category, and is actually quite refreshing... Ladies and gentlemen Macy Gray and Bobby Brown! (That was my Kanye-West-Bush-Don't-Like-Black-People-I-Got-To-Get-It-In voice). Yep, it's 1 in the morning and I have every right to act silly.
Please enjoy this video entitled "Real Love" by Macy Gray and Bobby Brown. This is definitely not Peaches n' Herb, they are riding in their own lane.
I thought I heard Erykah Badu's voice covering Muddy Water's (also see below) "Mannish Boy" in this commercial for H & M...
For your pleasure (and its definitely a pleasure for me too because I LOOOOOVE this song) here is a video of the late Muddy Waters singing "Mannish Boy" with the Rolling Stones (Checkerboard Lounge, Chi-Town, 1981)... Ooooooooohhhh Yeah!!!
Muddy Waters on Wikipedia
Love and lack of respect for our sacred places have long hinged on extinction. - brownsugatou
It's been a while.... how y'all doin? I hope all is good and well with you. Everyone thank you for the comments while I have been away from this blog. :-)
I'm feeling good this morning! I was on Twitter and I love it when I get a tweet with a poem, a beautiful song, or anything that just makes your day a little brighter. MC Hammer tweeted this song earlier "Let's Do It On Up" - and it put the icing on my cake this morning. It has that 70's soul music vibe to it... makes you wanna grab a partner and do the bump or snap your fingers and say "heeeeeeey" - you know how we do! Enjoy and do it on up! Follow MC Hammer at @McHammer.
