LostPoetschild - ProfilesArchive

About Me

Who I be? Baglady babie momma/High Priestess of recycled bullshit/my personal journey is causing a public outcry/i cant be that bet-vh1 fantasy - truth be told - I got dents in my ass and big thighs to go wit dis shake - if I remain in the gated community of a stereotype - who will be safe - you or me? Welcome to my rEvolution - I CANT get this shit televised.

My Interests

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Poetry, poetry...Poets...spoken words, unspoken words, clarity, peace, resolution, mothering, loving, my man - not necessarily in this order...

I'd like to meet:

Erykah Badu, my real daddy, poets, angels with nappy halos, the ghost of Harriet Tubman, Common, Angela Davis, Nikki Giovanni - any beautiful spirit moved to love and lightthedarkness - Ainsley Burrows

Music:

Damien Marley, Kymani Marley,Bob Marely, Jill Scott, Conya Doss, Life Jennings, Anthony Hamilton, Taheem Jamaal - Anger Management, 13 Letters...Erykah Badu, the roots,

Books:

Selected poems of Langston Hughes, Selected Poems of Rita Dove, Where Everything Fits Beautifully by Joyce Angela Jellison, Said the Shotgun to the Head by Saul Williams, Bum Rush The Page - Tony Medina....

Heroes:

Christ, Haille Selassie I, Bob Marley-NGHs with Wings - Ghetto Seeds that grow revolutionary flowers - this lady I saw onacorner asking for money to feed her children - bad poets where you get that courage? - the woman that washed Jesus feet and kept his secrets - those brothers on dblock on rikers island - you saving yourself for something good? Composers of Freedom songs - can you sing with me? Payless Shoes - keeping me with kicks to kick in - why pay more when you could pay less? The guy at the coffee shop say I smell beautiful he be my morning saviour - reminding me I am divine creation - my bitch ass boss be a hero - not mine - but she be someone baaadasss corporate captain save a ho and so she gets mad props.

My Blog

9:15 AM

(I just got me some and it was so good I wrote a quickie poem) At 9:15 am he reaches for me and I am peeled easily from my side of the bed at 9:15 am I am breakfast and he consumes every crumb...
Posted by LostPoetschild on Sat, 19 Apr 2008 07:35:00 PST

Church Announcments - or the testament of my fucked up beautiful

Good Morning Church! Giving Honor to the Father/Son and the Holy Ghost - This be some beautiful shiznit we us all here dressed in our finest hiding our worst - betcha you thought your secr...
Posted by LostPoetschild on Wed, 16 Apr 2008 09:55:00 PST

the nigger question

The Nigger Question If there be a nigger heavenAre there NiggerAngelsWith Nappy halosPicked into afros Does NAS sit on the right hand of God in Nigger heaven? If there be a nigger heavenIs m...
Posted by LostPoetschild on Wed, 16 Apr 2008 12:03:00 PST

Poem for the liberation of Love or just blaze the trees and bless strangers

A poem for the liberation of love This be a love poemBout what I do for himCause I wrote enough bout what he do for me I must be Empress/Mother/that one/lover/evolutionaryCause n...
Posted by LostPoetschild on Sat, 12 Apr 2008 07:52:00 PST

The Girl who would be hero

Okay ya’ll-this damn book would be finished if I could shut my brain off. Opinions? This is the closest I come to a protest poem---today. The Girl who would be hero &...
Posted by LostPoetschild on Wed, 26 Mar 2008 07:02:00 PST

Dear Philadelphia - a poem for those tru philly heads

A Poem for those Tru Philly Heads Dear Philadelphia, I love/hate your ugly, crumbling, dirty ass.I’ve got these backindaday type longings for you but I can’t remain with ...
Posted by LostPoetschild on Thu, 20 Mar 2008 08:40:00 PST

Forgive me for I have sinned

I am not good raising heaven and hells with paper and pen writing down walls and resurrecting the dead with # lead My sins are transparent I have written you into life time and time again Neve...
Posted by LostPoetschild on Fri, 29 Jun 2007 10:04:00 PST

Forgive me for I have sinned

Cause I am tired of Koolaide and I dont like Champagne

More Like her ..:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /> Because she moved from her parents home to a pristine Palace in Jamaica Plain I am invisible to her or per...
Posted by LostPoetschild on Mon, 14 May 2007 01:00:00 PST

Blood verses....

There is blood on this page screaming ostensible meaning into lifeless words picture me damaged irretrievably lost but still spilling myself into poems defying my own life script rewriting my ...
Posted by LostPoetschild on Mon, 16 Apr 2007 11:12:00 PST