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The Select Archives of Tongue Rhythms
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The Select Archives of Tongue Rhythms. Tuesday, October 22, 2013. I leave are the ones that meant the most to me. Thanks for reading - z. Posted by z.bediako. Leave a line, or two. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Select Archives of Tongue Rhythms. A short poem for the ones who think we are free. Exiting the belly : birth rights. The day we go blind. In a dream: reduction of illumination. Black girl lost.in a book. The Unwrapped Mind Of C.L. Jones. My best friend gayle. Black Girl Get Free.
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The Select Archives of Tongue Rhythms: flies.
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The Select Archives of Tongue Rhythms. Monday, October 31, 2011. Starving babies are quiet on my block. They suck on air like a breeze is a warm bottle. My hunger struck early, too. But slop still left a residue. On the outsides of my chestnut cheeks. There were many days when stale honey combs. A stink settling inside of urban black american poverty. Posted by z.bediako. Leave a line, or two. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). The Select Archives of Tongue Rhythms. Exiting the belly : birth rights.
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The Select Archives of Tongue Rhythms: untitled.
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The Select Archives of Tongue Rhythms. Wednesday, April 13, 2011. Them winged birds won't ever fly. Just jump up high to sift the sky. They'll go to the fair on lemon hill. Too afraid to hop on the Ferris wheel. Them winged birds will never soar. They'll merely strut the corridor. They'll hide behind the open doors. Then close them shut and kiss the floor. Them winged birds won't ever swoop. Shoot the shit inside the coop. Inspired by Gwendolyn Brook's WE REAL COOL. Posted by z.bediako.
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The Select Archives of Tongue Rhythms: slither.
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The Select Archives of Tongue Rhythms. Tuesday, April 19, 2011. It is 12:44 am. When the snake arrives. Slithering his sour self. Across her humid hips. Dipped dark in summer drape. Like two spiraling twist ties. On a white unyielding ironing board. He grows outside of her. He slinks against the. That she doesn't want him. That she will still feel him - crawling. Nor does he dare. To hurry or hush his heavy breathing. He doesn't even bother to avert his eyes. Posted by z.bediako. Leave a line, or two.
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The Select Archives of Tongue Rhythms: little casualities
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The Select Archives of Tongue Rhythms. Saturday, May 3, 2008. How can i see rainbows. Through this cloud of grey smoke. From the heads of. 4 little black girls. 4 little black girls. 4 little black girls. Who liked to lick the. From big mamas spoon. Who laid their heads in the grass. And watched their brothers pass orange kites. Across the humid sky. To tease and tickle the clouds. Who fetched big buckets of brown water. From the nile for big sister. Next to debri from. Little sun kissed kissed boys.
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The Select Archives of Tongue Rhythms: Exiting the Belly
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The Select Archives of Tongue Rhythms. Monday, August 25, 2008. I escaped right into a prison. I was the raise of the base. Just call me the logarithm. Encased above my mothers thighs. I was the truth. Now i am a. Maybe i was freer in two parts. Shoveled inside dark ovaries. Swimming in the sac. Maybe it was better. He didnt have the orgasm. To set me free. Though i'd know no taste. For i'd have no face. Maybe i was better. In my mothers mind. To exit her belly. Barely considering me”. The day we go blind.
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In Search of Peace: It's a new dawn...
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In Search of Peace. On Finding Grace and Unexpected Strength; Embracing Change, Living Life and Loving Myself. Monday, November 2, 2009. It's a new dawn. October has come and gone and I am 8 lbs lighter. Oh, yes! I might not have stuck to my manifesto as I declared at the end of September, but I dug deep and worked hard. I can now officially claim October as my biggest weight loss month. When I noticed how much I had to give away, I'll admit, I almost couldn't believe it. Where did it all come from?
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The Select Archives of Tongue Rhythms: the fear of honeysuckles, i suckled.
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The Select Archives of Tongue Rhythms. Monday, July 6, 2009. The fear of honeysuckles, i suckled. The fear of honeysuckles. For all that i have left are paper thin dreams. Laying flatly on pale pillows. Don’t mistake them for water colors. Just cause they dissipate at the touch. Diluted and bright;. Fragrant of moon beams. Through the curtain of blinds. Like the slow motion of swing sets. Stuck, speckled in a grainy old film. Fallen back in time. I still remember the sweetness of abundance.
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In Search of Peace: December 2009
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In Search of Peace. On Finding Grace and Unexpected Strength; Embracing Change, Living Life and Loving Myself. Sunday, December 6, 2009. I, I, I, I, I, I, I, want you, you, you, you, you, you, you (c) E. Badu. I'm not quite sure why I'm so obsessed with these True Religion Joey jeans (oh wait, they're dumb fly that's why), but all I know is that I'm dangerously close to finally fitting a pair. I'm talking, I can get them on, but I can't button them.yet! BTW: To date, I've lost 40 lbs, 26 lbs more to go!
