Me and my boy Lenny like, Phuck you mean it’s Spring?! Keepin’ warm and cozy til the sun come knockin’ lol! Thanks to thee crochet queen Gracious for getting my joint up and running again.
“The phrase ‘big girls need love’ to can go die in a fire! Fucking me does not require an asterisk. Loving me is not a fetish. Finding me beautiful is not a novelty. I am not a novelty. -In the brave words of my fellow cast mate The Hu-MAN Up showcase is going to be AMAAAAAZINGNUSK
“Everyone has talent. What’s rare is the courage to follow it to the dark places where it leads.”
― Erica Jong
# 3. Have sex only to celebrate and commemorate. Never to forget and never to avoid doing something you need to do to fulfill your chosen purpose. -Nzinga Sibongile
Nzingha was born Nzinga Sibongile Job to Trinidadian parents in Nairobi, Kenya. She currently works as a full-time music and theatre arts teacher in Tobago. Nzingha has been acting, singing and dancing since the age of five and wrote her first screenplay at ten. Although she attributes “taking singing seriously” to the release of the Bryan Adams song “For You”, she, like most artists, lives on the edge of society – watching, observing, interpreting and translating life’s complexities into various forms of expression. Nzinga, is a poet, songwriter, educator, social observer, and actor. She is an artist.
In the breakfast line at the hotel minding my own got damn business when it happened. Check it: brown broad, sitting at a table, resembling the last supper, surrounded by beautiful brown children. Brown broad bullies the brown children into waiting on her hand and foot. While yelling in mid sentence, “girl get me some more of that bac’-said, “What this bitch got Hee Ya’ll on her pants?” Like the screeching sound a record makes when stopped abruptly. Brown broads audacity turned heads quicker than Lupita Nyongo. And all of the peace I stood to protect spirit-possessed some elderly mans coffee mug in front of me, sending it crashing into pieces onto the concrete floor. My peace sought refuge with no forgiveness. I replied with no forgiveness like the vengeance of a backhand smack across the face, “It’s Hee Haw! Hee Haw lady! If you must insult my words read them right. And a four legged dog miss? My mother birthed a whole human as you can see.” She made that face one makes, having been assaulted by halitosis as 4 feet more like a mile stood in between us. She stopped talking to me and returned to bullying her children, aggressively demanding more bacon, more boiled eggs! Her teenage daughter whispered, “Lady I think you look fly. I would wear those.” Other patrons chimed in to show their support. My visual poem told the story of vintage-1960’s Hee Haw Television Show-Liberty overalls-Made in the USA, leopard sports tank, flowing locs and dangling earrings. The moment was most challenging for me, yet a brilliant opportunity to never be silent about my pain. And despite giving myself permission to look as I pleased I gave myself permission to stand up for me and all of those who’d ever experienced the same. In the spirit of things I picked up the remnants of my peace that had crashed, violently to the floor, and sent it prayerfully into spirit of that very combative brown broad and her beautiful brown children. -Gracie
Truth thrusts us wildly about the earth, into the air, against the galaxy. Creatures that phuck with truth, phuck with us. Thank you to those!-GracieBerry
Truth thrusts us wildly about the earth, into the air, against the galaxy. Simple-creatures that phuck with truth, phuck with us. Thank you to those.-Gracie Berry