PAD Challenge Day 1 (Two-for-Tuesday): Write a "Best of Times" poem, and/or write a “Worst of Times”. Best of times Growing up Saturdays were golden times Teena Marie was square biz And mom’s hotcakes were the hottest to melt Country Crock butter Confirmation of my adolescence transformation Something smaller can make something large and fluffy a delight Simple enhancements without too much alteration I, too, can be butter To a good ole fashioned world A good source of energy Smooth enough to activate the brilliance off the top of my head Rich enough to add more flavor to history Be essential to the vision my ancestors left for me to see That a little drizzle added to the best of both worlds never really could hurt anybody Worst of Times Could it be found at the Door of No Return? A forced, freedom-less ride along one of the 36,000 voyages, To create the greatest Americas’ horror film? Could it be the system it...
PAD Challenge Day 30: Take one of your poems (or several of your poems) from earlier this month and remix it. Write a remix poem. Sticky Notes 2 Self ft. Loose-leaf Paper (This is the Remix) ๐๐ Sometimes-at-times a 3x3 sticky note is too tiny. Loose-leaf Paper can tell it all and rule on college rule. Break it down. I can go in depth, line by line, about the things I tell myself: "Dear Black Girl, remember why you rock and settle for nothing less." I have no choice but to be the catalyst in this generation . Because there are people like Queen momma told me that don't want me to have nothing at all. Be nothing at all. They rather see me stumble and fall between crevices they didn't survive or build blocks to block me into being a flunkie. So, every time I win, achieve, prosper, I must do what what my ancestors didn't get a chance to do . That's my legacy. Be EXTRA good in a negative world so when people talk about me...
PAD Challenge Day 29 (Two-for-Tuesday): Write a "near the end" and/or "near the beginning" poem. Near the End of Burn Out We all faced many end of the roads where we want to throw in the towel Throw up our hands Hide our hearts Shield our backs Save our other cheek Second guess our intentions and purpose We may even want to walk away from it all while it remains worth what it is worth before we completely lose ourselves or our marbles Until self-care urgently calls us to gently say It is okay to pause survival mode It is okay to lead your way out of leading everything and everybody Come back I have a safe place for you to rest your eyes, and bones I have shelter for you to ease your emotional intelligence and empathy I have soul food to fill your soul. Near the Beginning of New Anew Unused Never done On the way I see it clear Scent of lilac Ready for my tongue Like a drop of honey Feels like heave...
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