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Mother Metaphor
· 1Y ago
HARLEM BOOK FAIR…PART I
What an experience…I made it through. The HARLEM BOOK FAIR was everything and nothing I expected. I was out there from 9am until a quarter to 6 and I was exhausted by days end. Due to the conservative nature of my books, I only sold 5 copies all day. On a lighter note [...]
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Mother Metaphor
· 1Y ago
Legros Cultural Arts 10 Minute Play Series!!!!
My play “Something Borrowed When You’re Blue” is being performed at Theatre 54 at Shetler Studios 244 West 54th Street (12th Floor), New York, New York Tickets: $15, $20/ $30 – Sunday July 11, 2010 (includes reception following the performance) For Ticket Information & Reservations: (917) 741-2992 o
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Mother Metaphor
· 1Y ago
My New Play!!!!
LEGROS CULTURAL ARTS Promoting Arts & Culture Presents 10 Minute Play Series Playwrights J. e Franklin, Mrinalini Kamath, Marshaline Letcher, Renee Breeden Directed by Chantal M. Legros Tuesday, July 6, 2010 – Sunday, July 11, 2010 Theatre 54 @ Shetler Studios 244 West 54th Street (12th Flo
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Mother Metaphor
· 2Y ago
Vintage Pussy (29/30)
Vintage He blinked and she was there Debonair He noticed her there The slight grey in her hair And laugh lines Laying the path of her life A map of her happy/ Even when she wasn’t smiling She sighed softly Her brow
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Mother Metaphor
· 2Y ago
SON…
I never run out of ways to love you To shove you out of the way of danger To advance you in the right direction Fight for your protection Invest in you… I never fell harder than the 1st day My arms wrapped around you My palm cradled your head And
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Mother Metaphor
· 2Y ago
The Empty Womb…(3/30)
i remain empty waiting to be filled to knock the chill off of being so alone i am older than my years suggest… i detest the civil unrest within myself i wait for male companionship hoping he will leave behind something I can build upon but there is nothing… here comes the tears [...]
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Mother Metaphor
· 2Y ago
i remain empty waiting to be
i remain empty waiting to be filled to knock the chill off of being so alone i am older than my years suggest… i detest the civil unrest within myself i wait for male companionship hoping he will leave behind something I can build upon but there is nothing… here comes the tears again they are fa
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Mother Metaphor
· 2Y ago
Ashe…(2/30)
daughter of elegua you have tricked yourself do your ébbo and purge the sin that has imbedded itself in your skin… leave elgua his sweets cleanse your head to your feet and meet oshun by her river give her cinnamon oranges adorned in honey and adorn yourself in the sweetness of her wet breath [...]
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Mother Metaphor
· 2Y ago
1/30…Trimesters of Rape…
what the womb will incubate is more so than a child growing the secrets the womb will keep the tightened lips that do not speak the silent tongue beneath our waist south of our face, once a place of chastity it holds all that doesn’t flow from the Nile of our blood filled [...]
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· 2Y ago
Crime Exercise
Write a “confession” poem detailing an emotional crime and how you committed it. OR Write a poem in the voice of a murderer. Make the reader sympathetic to the murderer.
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