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 Brenda’s
Child -- Born Latoya Bosworth, she has been writing
poetry since she was 14. At the age of 21, Latoya dubbed
herself Brenda’s Child, after her late mother Brenda Kay
Swinton. Brenda’s Child has been performing spoken word
in the Massachusetts and Connecticut areas since 2001.
In the fall of 2002, she released her debut CD, “Through
My Eyes.” The CD received rave reviews throughout the
spoken word community and sold out at local venues.
Currently, Brenda’s Child is working on a poetry book
entitled, “ A Piece of My Mind, poetic confessions from
a self-proclaimed Diva.” To hear Brenda’s Child’s poetry
live, please visit the listening room at poetryjoint.com |
 Juanita Torrence-Thompson
is Editor/Publisher of MOBIUS, THE POETRY MAGAZINE. See
reviews on www.poetrytown.com for her poetry CD “Poetry
Among the Flowers: Queens Meets Asia” and her books
Celebrating a Tapestry of Life, Spanning the Years and
Wings Span to Eternity. She has taught creative writing,
been an Adjunct Professor and read in the U.S.,
Singapore, Switzerland and South Africa. Her
award-winning work has been published widely in the U.S.
and in Europe and Canada. View
YOUTUBE videos of Juanita Torrence-Thompson at Mobius's
25th Anniversary at:
www.youtube.com/poetrytown |
MISS NIKKI
By Brenda’s Child
Real…
Honest…
Deep…
An O.G.
in the game of poetry
Shining a flashlight
On what folks don’t want to see
“I have cancer…in my heart…I’m told.”
Real…
Honest…
Deep…
A warrior with words,
A voice for those unable to speak:
“Black people these are the facts, Where’s your
power?”
Real…
Honest…
Deep…
Telling stories that encourage and teach
That uplift, and put the impossible
Within our reach:
“I mean…I…can fly like a bird in the sky…”
Real…
Honest…
Deep…
That’s Miss Nikki
Expressing love
So eloquently:
“I love you because it’s the natural order of
things.”
Paid homage to Angela Davis and Tupac,
Malcolm and Martin Luther King,
Gwendolyn Brooks and Phillis Wheatley,
Nina Simone and Langston Hughes:
“Poems are what you do to me.”
Real…
Honest…
Deep…
“If ever I touched a life I hope that life knows”
I know Miss Nikki
And thank you…you’ve inspired me.
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SUMMER IN THE COUNTRY
By Juanita Torrence-Thompson
A dove cries. The old woman gathers
red magnolias, lovingly places them in a vase.
She bakes fresh blueberry muffins,
whips plump, cool strawberries
to decorate Shredded Wheat and garnishes plain
yogurt with crunchy almonds. As 9 a.m. approaches,
the white-haired matriarch
peers from her window anxiously,
puts a kettle of water
on the black pot-bellied stove
for Postum. A familiar red mustang
rounds the curve in the road,
skirting honeysuckle as it turns into
her driveway. A honey-toned child
in blue jeans and pigtails leaps from the car
with her father, calling Grandma! Grandma!
Helen, dearest,
cries the woman,
arms outstretched dove-like. Love floats
in long embraces. See you both next week,
says her son after storing Helen’s suitcase.
Don’t chase the goats, Helen,
Brad says.
Da—a-d! — I’ll just milk Daisy.
Brad, we’ll have our special time together
Playing Chinese checkers, 20 Questions.
Yes, dad, like we always do.
OK, give me a kiss.
You ace that job interview, son.
God knows you deserve it.
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HOW BEAUTIFUL
By
DaQuan Cook
How beautiful
the summer skies
This simple
nature tells no lies
A soft tweet
entertains the day
As does the
laughter of child’s play
This season
truly is a prize
Oh how the
heavens are so wise
They give us
art with no disguise
And every day
is good to say
How beautiful
This season
really does devise
A plan to
help us show our thighs
It only
requests that we pay
With life,
love in random array
hree months
of stories to our eyes
How beautiful |
A SPECIAL GRANDSON
By Gloria Nelson
Magnificent and kind
Always responsible
Ready and willing to be helpful
Respectful young teen
Enjoys reading
Loves his little brothers
Loves school
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THINK
By Gloria Nelson
Slow down
Slow down
Take time to sing
Take time to dance
Slow down
Slow down
Take time to pray
Take time to love
Slow down
Slow down
Take time for “Me”
Think, think
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