This will be ugly. But there is nothing pretty about rape, and I will not sugarcoat a turd if something smells rotten in Denmark. I have written a few times (here and here) about my involvement with the Southern Fried Poetry Slam and my poetry troupe, Black on Black Rhyme (BOBR). I’ve been involved with spoken word sinceContinue reading “Stage Fright: Rape and Slam Poetry”
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May I Whoop Your Child, Please?
To question a famous proverb written by Hilary Clinton, if it takes a village to raise a child, does that include jacking them up? Raising children is a very hands-on endeavor, and I would like to extrapolate that phrase to mean the village should lay hands on children when necessary. You pray over them and you pop them upsideContinue reading “May I Whoop Your Child, Please?”
Chicks Stay Tripping (Or, Why I Need Him)
http://youtu.be/6l3F-YoznEg?t=3s I am a clumsy and accident-prone chick. Ordained before time immemorial. What toddler you know breaks her leg learning how to walk? My mother photographed me, knock-kneed, standing next to an ottoman with a purple cast binding my leg. I am reminded of this when I wonder why I walk into walls. It onlyContinue reading “Chicks Stay Tripping (Or, Why I Need Him)”
Bougie Girls Against Bologna
Frankly, I wanted to punch him in the mouth. I was sitting in the work lunch room, minding my own business, eating a hastily packed meal of Ramen noodles and snacks. My coworker Greg glanced over at my bowl and snorted. “Are you eating Ramen Noodles?” “Yeah.” “I wouldn’t get caught dead eating those things!Continue reading “Bougie Girls Against Bologna”
Wiping Blood Off the Leaves
I kill green things. Under my care, plants eventually turn brown and brittle. One potted cilantro I bought lasted long enough for me to make one tasty batch of guacamole, and then the leaves wilted. It died within the week. I don’t know why my plants conk out on me. I may over or underContinue reading “Wiping Blood Off the Leaves”
dara t. mathis 