Self-Reflection

Black Literature saw two little 

Black girls. 

It defined our lives.

Narratives of Black families

Church, and community.

Positive messages be all that

you can be.

Descriptive, engaging, written

how we sometimes speak it.

Celebrating Black life, culture

and majestic banners of our

Civic, civil, historical and moral

conscience.

Black Literature is the mirror

that casts back our very own

self-reflections.

Allowing us to embrace perfect

imperfections.

We can never repay our literary

heroes: 

Hughes, Hurston, Angelou, 

Baldwin, Sanchez, Giovanni, 

Brooks, Shangé, Clifton and 

others who simply rocked our 

World.

Black Literature saw and saved

two little unseen exceptional

Black girls. 

cjj

Who Are SistersRoc’N’Rhyme

SistersRoc'N'Rhyme is a vibrant creative writing and publishing brand founded in 2019 by 2 biological sisters Chyrel J. Jackson and Lyris D. Wallace.

Under our collaborative banner we write, powerful poetry, prose and transgenerational literature. Our demographic is as unique as our voice. Grandchildren reading poems to grandparents. Mothers sharing our poems with sons and daughters.

With new creative ventures on the horizon, our timeless collaborative banner has published three amazing books: SistersRoc’N’Rhyme Presents Poems in the Key of Life, Mirrored Images and Different Sides of the Same Coin. Our fourth book Unsung Canaan Ballads published through Prolific Press LLC in 2026.

Our brand represents a dynamic fusion of sisterhood, rich poetic artistry and bold creative storytelling, bringing engaging poetry collections and striking written campaigns to our readers.

SistersRoc'N'Rhyme is far more than written legacies we are an ambassadorship of family, culture, and sisterhood.

We are the audacious voice of the unseen and unheard.

Two Sisters two unique voices!

https://sistersrocnrhyme.blogspot.com/2026/10/a-womens-choice.html?m=1

WHAT'S NEXT?

https://sistersrocnrhyme.blogspot.com/2026/10/what-are-we-working-on-next.html

Music is love

A Supreme Selah 

To forget life's problems and sail away 

on the tenor saxophone riffs of John Coltrane's A love Supreme is to

experience the divine healing balm

of Gilead. 

I listen to this music when I'm happy. 

I pull out these songs when I'm sad. 

I listen to these old jazz standards to 

feel closer to my dad. 6 years since 

he's been gone. 

A talented poet once wrote, "All paths 

lead to God", especially my own; 

Dad's God the Stone of Israel is the 

most supreme Selah of all.

Ⓒcjj

                                   

A Women's Choice!!!

 

Uncle Clarence, Stay Out of Our Panties

 

The sun shined brightly in my room as I awoke.

I reached for the remote to listen to the news as I prepared

For another day.

The words stumbled into my room, each punctuated by a period;

Supreme. Court. Overturns. Roe -v-Wade.

I froze in place, then slowly turned toward the television.

Flashes of the 60s and 70s played in my mind.

Pictures of back-alley doctors with dirty instruments,

Altering women’s bodies forever.

Home remedies, doing more harm than good.

Young girls using hangers, causing irreparable damage.

Women hurling themselves down flights of stairs.

Suddenly, our reproductive rights are blowing in the wind.

Where are all the feminist groups?

Where are all the women of every color, race, and of all ages?

Where are the protest signs and raised fists?

Where are the chants, “Uncle Clarence, stay out of our panties!”

“STAY OUT OF OUR PANTIES, UNCLE CLARENCE!!!”

 

ⒸLDW

Poem Written By: Lyris D. Wallace

What's Next For SistersRoc’N’Rhyme?

What does a solo part 1 book release have in common with solos part 2?

Solos Part 2 is coming. 

That Great Getting Up Morning!!!!

If you've followed us for a while we do everything in unison and with intention. 

All of our books are based with common themes that unite all of them: music, family, history, literature, resilience and love.

That Great Getting Up Morning is a familiar Negro Slave Spiritual. 

Lyris and I grew up listening to our beloved mother listening to and singing these songs. They gave her solace and peace. They give us history, memories and meaning.

Slave narratives become stories, poems & song/slave spirituals.

They are Black history. They are in part our shared family history.

We're reminded of what our grandparents and great grandparents overcame. 

Lyris is part of me and I happily await her book portion of our profound family story.

---cjj

(New poem release) from Unsung Canaan Ballads

 

Unbroken

The middle passage couldn't break us.

Chains and slave ships couldn't break us.

Disease and Sickness couldn't break us.

Auction blocks couldn't break us.

Hatred couldn't break us.

Triple K Night rides, hoods and sheets

burning 

crosses across American soil couldn't

break us.

Jim Crow couldn't break us.

Lynchings couldn't break us.

Segregation and poll taxation couldn't

break us.

Police brutality misuse of tasers and night

sticks/batons couldn't break us.

Strength made us.

God covers us.

Light surrounds us.

Love empowers us.

Joy is found within us.

We are a wondrous people.

There are no limitations of

what God can do for us.

People of the sun we are most

SPLENDEROUS. 

cjj

Tina Turner Wannabes

 

We were the generation of the

material girls that just wanted

to have fun.

Dancing all night into the

fire until the wee

hours of dawn.

Don’t you dare disturb this

groove.

Our Era issued in big hair,

and bad attitudes of devil may care.

Superior music, and even greater

fashion style.

Everyone revisits the music of the

80’s makes you remember happy

times insists you stay for a long

while.

You haven't lived until you’ve

sweated out your designer

clothing as your feet go numb

while Michael Jackson,

Duran Duran, Janet, Madonna,

and Prince’s music plays loud

throughout the underground

dance club.

We sang our songs and

banged gongs with The

Power Station as we mended

our broken hearts to torch

Ballads sung by Whitney, Toni

Braxton, and Phil Collins.

We came of age with John

Hughes movies and a self

awareness that we were the

Genesis of the "It Girls".

Ours was a timeless swag

much like a Dooney &

Bourke or often carried

weathered leather Coach Bag.

There was nothing like the

80's and being part of that

time made us by extension,

Tina Turner Wannabes.

Her songs forever tattooed upon

our hearts we strut into our

womanhood unafraid prepared

to take on everything and excel.

We were simply the best.

As timeless as Tina’s easy

denim jacket & oh my

those unforgettable Louboutin sexy

Stiletto high-heeled Shoes.

cjj

It’s the 80s and 90s For Me

 

When Michael Thrilled us

 with Billy Jean, we all

 wanted our MTV.

We danced in the Purple

 Rain with Prince.

Nancy told us to say no

 to drugs,

while her husband told

 Gorbachev, to tear down

 that wall.

Inflation

Iran Contra

Taxation

We were the children of

 the 80s.

We wanted to Rule the

 World with Tears for

 Fears,

as Madonna sang Papa

 Don’t Preach.

We were The Breakfast

 Club,

ditching school to see

 the latest Brat Pack film.

We were the beginning of

 Hip Hop, Pretty Boys

 Rock -n-Roll, and House

 music.

We were the generation

 of shoulder pads, big

 hair, break dancing, and

 Karl Kani.

We stayed In Control with

 Janet, we would Fight

 the Power with Public

 Enemy,

Ushered in the new era of

 Black is back as we did

 the Right Thing with

 Spike Lee.

We mourned for Ricky

 with Dough Boy in Boyz

 N the Hood and we

 reveled in our School

 Daze.

Yes sir, we were gliding

 into the 90s with Bill

 Clinton and a surplus in

 our pockets.

Monica got on her knees,

 and told the whole world,

 and the 3 strikes rule

 was

in effect.

It was a black thing, with

 Martin and Gina.

 We were Living Single in

 our Different World,

 while hanging out

with Moesha and our Girl

 Friends.

Black was Black.

Soul was Soul.

And we all wanted to be

 Nina Mosely with

 Darius Lovehall as our

 man!

We could stand the Rain

 with New Edition,

make it our Prerogative

 with Bobby Brown,

as we got our Grove Back

 with Stella.

Yeah, it’s the 80s and 90s

 for me!

LDW 

Dooley's Books features SistersRoc'N'Rhyme!!!

SistersRoc'N'Rhyme was featured among some pretty incredibly talented women writer's.

Check out beautiful, award-winning, bestselling black women authors on Dooley's Books!

https://www.dooleysbooks.com/black-women-authors

Review and Critical Analysis of Different Sides of the Same Coin!!!

 

Review and Critical Analysis By: Author Renee Drummond-Brown 

https://1drv.ms/w/s!AlMcmKUnd6nSs0nOi46SGeIva3eY?e=k7G0Vg

Lothlorien Poetry Journal Inclusion

Writer's write it is always an honor to have your work featured in a Literary setting...

Chyrel J. Jackson

https://lothlorienpoetryjournal.blogspot.com/2023/07/five-poems-by-chyrel-j-jackson.html

Lyris D. Wallace

https://lothlorienpoetryjournal.blogspot.com/2023/07/five-poems-by-lyris-d-wallace.html

2022 Literary Push Cart Nominee Lyris D. Wallace

 

It's such a wonderful accomplishment being recognized by your peers for your work. Congratulations Lyris D. Wallace on your 2022 Literary Push Cart Nomination for your poem, No Justice for Breonna as published in Social Justice Inks, Anthology by Prolific Pulse Press LLC.

I, was last years 2021 nominee for my poem, Love Unspoken as published in Heartbeats Anthology, Prolific Pulse Press LLC.

Anthologies Available on Amazon.

Great things really do come in two's.

This is Chyrel J. Jackson acknowledging the well deserved nomination of my sister Lyris D. Wallace as this year's Best of Small Press Push Cart Nominee!!!!

You Go Girl!!!

Black Woman

 

Mother of all humanity.

Taken from Adam,

literally fashioned by God.

Clothed in strength and honor.

Full lips lifting up her Black man and

guiding her Black children.

Skin, kissed by the sun, highlighting its natural,

smooth, rich melanin glow.

Hair, coiling in defiance to what was once called “beauty,”

redefined to all that she is.

Full breasts and round hips,

letting the world know she is the mother of all creation.

She moves in grace,

like the hypnotic melody of the wind.

She is the beginning,

the present,

and she is what is yet to come.

She is pride.

She is culture.

She is love.

She is truth.

For she is the Black Woman,

mother of all humanity,

taken from Adam,

literally fashioned by God.

 

ldw ©

Poem Written By Lyris D. Wallace

https://www.amazon.com/dp/1737046601

April is International Black Women's History Month!!!!!

 

A Time for global Celebration!!!

Our time as Black women during this month of newness and rebirth at the beginning of spring time is NOW. This is our month to embrace our achievements, build understanding and awareness as well as celebrate the rich history of the past, present, and future generations of not only Black Women but minority Women who are the Descendants of the African continent and African-American (Black Hebrew Israelite), Afro-Australian, Afro-Mexican, Afro-Latino, Afro-Argentine, Afro-Brazilian, Afro-European, Afro-Bolivian, Afro-Columbian, Afro-Guyanese, Afro-Peruvian, Afro-Bahamian, Afro-Barbadian, Afro-Caribbean, Afro-Cuban, Afro-Dominican, Haitian, Afro-Puerto Rican, Afro-Saint Lucian, Afro-Trinidadian, and Tobagonian, Afro-Vincentian, Afro-Asian, Italians of African descent, Afro-Greeks, Afro-French, Afro-Germans, and Black/Afro-British. International Black Women's History Month is about unifying the community by promoting visibility, education empowerment, contributions and achievement which positively impacts communities of Black Cultured Bodies across the globe.

Our time as Black creatives, writers, poets, storytellers, artists, spoken word performers, singers, musicians, etc. is Now!!!!

SistersRoc'N'Rhyme Salutes all our Black sisters and ancestry globally. It's a beautiful day/month and time, (as my beloved sister Kay reminded me), to be a Black Woman!!!!

Distinctively Feminine Nature

 

“Woman”

 

I am more than the sum

     of my body parts.

          I am divine.

Transcending all

     space and time.

My beginnings are

ever of old,

eclipsing the

African Nile.

I acquired knowledge

          of life’s intricate path at

King Solomon’s feet.

I am divine.

Transcending all

space and time.

From the hypnotic

     and mesmerizing sway of

                   my hips, men throughout

the ages were brought

to their knees.

     All nations came from

the bowels of my Mother Eve.

She was taken right from my

    Father Adam’s side.

They are supreme, giving

life and form to every living

God-breathing thing.

You marvel at my ancestry

while coveting my majesty;

Hating what you can’t

understand.

God-made, black

“don’t crack.”

Hair that defies gravity

     and melanin that has never

regarded science.

Admittedly, quite hard to

          comprehend.

I am more than the sum

of my body parts.

I am divine.

Transcending all

space and time.

My father first called me

woman.

 

                   cjj  ©

Poem Written By: Chyrel J. Jackson

                https://www.amazon.com/dp/1723998346

Rise Up!!!!! Happy Women's History Month!!!

 

Rise up.

Shake the dust off your shoes.

Rise up

And stop singing the blues.

Rise up

And change that old song.

Rise up.

You’ve been singing that one way too long.

Rise up

And like Janet, take control.

Rise up

And be good to your soul.

Rise up

And wash your face.

Rise up

Because the bottom is not your place.

Get on up, girl.

Do your dance.

Never be afraid

to take your chance.

Stand on up, girl.

Stand on your feet.

Don’t let nobody tell you, to take a seat.

Scream out.

Let the world hear your voice.

Tell the man no, it is my choice.

Stand up, girl.

Scream and shout.

Let the world know what we’re about.

Tell them all,

Both great and small.

Don’t sit down and don’t apologize.

Rise up, girl and tell the world,

Y’all better recognize.

 

                                       ldw ©

          Poem Written By Lyris D. Wallace

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Women's History Month Featured Author Lyris D. Wallace In Spotlight Knight Vision Ink

 

https://culture-art-prose-stories.blogspot.com/2022/03/authoress-lyris-d-wallace.html

SistersRoc'N'Rhyme is Now Featured in Wins Book Blog Black History Month Spotlight Feature!!!

 https://winsbooks.blog/b-h-m-book-spotlight-a-double-feature/(opens in a new tab)

Leave Me Alone With My Blues

As published and seen in Mignolo Arts Center Literary publication for Black History Month their current issue. I'm so excited my first published submission. Bittersweet accomplishment. This is in memory to great music and the man named Sylvester I called Dad.

          “Leave Me Alone with My Blues”

Some days, all a person has is

     their blues.

I'm talking the

     Albert King

          I've-Been-Down-Since-I-Began-

               to-Crawl

blues.

     The down home,

          Play-the-Other-Record or Two-

               collard-greens-with-cornbread-

                    on-the-side

blues.

     The kind where you just want

          to be left alone with your

melancholy. 

     Let me feel

          what I'm feeling.

The pain of living Black

     struggle, plantation

blues.

     I've-been-up-all-night, -ain't-nothin'-

          going-right, BB-King-and-Lucille-

               I-Think-You-Made-Your-Move-

                    Too-Soon

blues.

     I'm in a Z.Z. Hill

          frame of mind.

              Just leave me alone with my

                  down home

blues.

     Let-the-somber-and-

pensive-gloom-of-my-

     soul-loop-on-constant-

          repeat-

until-its-familiar-cadence-

     becomes- “Stormy-Monday”

blues.

Remembering Sylvester while

listening to T-Bone Walker.

                                cjj ©

          Poem Written By: Chyrel J. Jackson

We's A Bad People!!!

We’s a bad people!
We take it on the chin,
we get back up, and we try it again.
Ain’t nobody else got our flavor,
though we’re imitated by all our neighbors.
We move and we live with a steady flow,
and most of ya’ll don’t understand,
no, ya’ll just don’t know.
How we rise, and how we shine
as we step and glide,
we blow your mind.
We are determined and we are strong.
We ain’t always right,
but we ain’t always wrong.
You tried to break us down
and count us out.
But in every generation, we stand up
and tell you what we’re about.
You preach your racism,
invoke your terrorism.
Say it’s not real
what we see on television.
Your fake news
has us singing the blues
Your false recollections
helped you lose the election.
Your objections
were distractions
to cover up your illegal transactions.
Your futile negotiations
will ultimately lead to your incarceration.
But I digress.
Yes, we’s a bad people!
No matter how many times you knock us down,
we never stay on the ground.
We be’s so bad,
your ancestors stole us,
then they enslaved us;
your grandfathers freed us;
your grandmothers lied on us;
your daddies oppressed us, and now
your children want to be us.
OH yes, we’s a bad people!
But once we find out who we really be,
read the Book and really see,
what it is, to be truly free,
take our place so the whole world can
see,
Then we WILL,
accept your
APOLOGY.
                                   ldw ©
            Poem Written By: Lyris D. Wallace
    https://www.amazon.com/dp/1737046601