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!

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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



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

                                    https://amzn.to/2VMCLNU





                                 

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

SistersRoc'N'Rhyme the Podcast Episode Alert!!!


Episode 2 has dropped we're celebrating Black History, Literature and Black Culture. Our Podcast is the one place the party never stops. We keep it going 365 days of the year!!!

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SistersRoc'N'Rhyme The Podcast

SistersRoc'N'Rhyme the Podcast is all about celebrating and recognizing Black Literature, history, culture, and Black excellence 365 days of the year. 

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SistersRoc'N'Rhyme The Podcast Has Dropped!!!!

Our first episode-We Celebrate MLK Day. 
This is our platform where we celebrate Black Literature, History, Culture and Black excellence 365 Days of the year.  

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Warning


Warning

 Negroes,

Sweet and docile,
Meek, humble and kind:
Beware the day
They change their mind!
Wind
In the cotton fields,
Gentle Breeze:
Beware the hour
It uproots trees!

By Langston Hughes-Poet

 

In America we have become desensitized to murder/killing of the Negro!!!!

White/Black people, cops, criminals, doctors, and citizenry murder Blacks that’s just the way it goes. We for a moment look up from our dinner plates to catch the daily headline news and continue eating our dinner returning to the normality of our lives.

Right up until the headline murder is replaced with a new and different name that is commonplace. The loss of life, if that life is Black, no longer warrants a remembering of who and what was lost. In my lifetime since Emmett Till, Rodney King, Amadou Diallo, Oscar Grant, Sean Bell, Trayvon Martin, Jordan Davis, Tamir Rice, Eric Garner, Freddie Grey, Philando Castille, George Floyd, Korryn Gaines, Elijah Cummings, Ahmaud Arbery, Walter Scott, LaQuan McDonald, Alton Sterling, Sandra Bland, Breonna Taylor, Bettie Jones, John Crawford III, Kendrick Johnson, Jamar Clark, Antwon Rose Jr., Akai Gurley, Aiyana Mo'Nay Stanley-Jones, Atatiana Jefferson, Botham Jean, Jordan Edwards, Natasha McKenna, Michael Brown, Kalief Browder, and God knows countless others. Literally hundreds more. I had to stop listing names because frankly there are just too many to continue naming.

You better know and believe I'm as the young people say, "in my feelings". How can you not be, at such senseless and countless loss of Black life? I AM IN MY FEELINGS!!!

Black men, women, children, teenagers, all gone many unarmed looking down the gun barrels with knees of White police officers strangling the life right out of them.

For every conviction, Derrick Chauvin, Kimberly Potter, Travis McMichael, George McMichael, and William "Roddie" Bryan. Many more egregious murderers as George Zimmerman, Kyle Rittenhouse and many others go unpunished.

That's right they return to their lives and are standing right next to and behind the rest of us in your neighborhood Walmart lines and dry cleaners. This should frankly make your hair stand on edge. I'm full and fed-up. Look at the one-sided volume of those killed by White police officers to those of conviction.

Why is this on my mind, because it is/has been normalized and expected that racist White America expects to continue murdering Black folks and think that we will remain docile and quiet in the face of brutality, mistreatment, and abuse.

I'm serving notice I am not that docile and quiet Negro. I changed my mind a long time ago about racist White folks and racism in America. No Kumbaya chorus for me. Malcolm X was correct with his statement by any means necessary. Despite the way it ended for him, he was correct.

The police are no friend to Black America. That is unequivocally clear. The stats don't lie. If you are Black and you are unfortunate enough to have an encounter with a White police officer, you are more than likely to not survive that interaction. Therefore, all the Ken and Karen's try to weaponize our Black skin color against us. In the hopes that they will call the police on Black people knowing the likely outcome for you and the police if they do so. You fill in the blank. Driving, shopping, walking, jogging, eating, sleeping, and living while Black could be a death sentence if racist White police officers show up to the scene if you are Black and usually unarmed.

Racism has explained much of White America's cruelty of Blacks. Blacks are just now seeing with cameras rolling Black life is valued by no one, most of all racist White police. Just consider most of these brutal police shootings have occurred 32 years since the notorious beating of Rodney King.

These daily killings of Black unarmed shootings bear witness. The number of daily arrests, Blacks placed in jail and the White police exonerated show all of us what is true.

Marching, protesting, quietly on bended knees, singing and chanting do not work. We have been singing about overcoming White brutality on American shores for 246 years. I no longer wish to chant, march or sing. I understand none of these methods will save me in the face of encountering a racist, White police officer. I may as well run for my life risking a bullet in my back dying on the concrete than letting a Klansmen in blue arrest me. Racist White police have no interest in serving and protecting Black life. We all know they don't. 

The fact that they are called "Peace officers" is an offense and mockery. Kim Potter nor Derrick Chauvin served nor protected Daunte Wright and George Floyd. De-escalation is seldom if ever used or practiced. Had it been used just maybe if not all of the deceased just named above might still be living. Now really think about that.

The rage that we, Black people, feel is real. It is relevant and necessary. We are literally fighting for our lives. In the timeless words of James Brown: we'd rather die on our feet than keep living on our knees...

Newsflash racist White America Black people put away our docility when you stopped hiding behind your Klan hoods. We no longer have the tolerance to sing negro spirituals as you continue to hang us from trees and stand upon our necks.

The days of the docile, meek humble, and kind negro are long over. Racist White America we have changed our minds!!! In 2022 we are simply not that Negro.

Written by:  Chyrel J. Jackson

Sisters Roc'N'Rhyme the Podcast


Announcement...Announcement...Announcement...

It's the best feeling in the world being able to announce something so small yet HUGE at the same time. People have been wondering and asking what's next for us, after writing and self-publishing 2 poetry books: Mirrored Images and Different Sides of the Same Coin? Our Podcast is totally "lit" as in, Black literature. We're going to parlay our love of books and being avid readers into Podcast banter. What does that mean? All of our poems/poetry, writings, topics, special in-studio guests will reflect what is of interest to Black writers, authors, poets, publishers, and readers. Our plan is to include all genres. We're announcing it first here with our blog audience. Sisters Roc'N'Rhyme the Podcast is what's next for us. We're so blessed and very excited to do what we absolutely love, talk about, and share our love of everything Black Literature.

Inviting those of our Literary Tribe to book and reserve their guest spot on our upcoming Podcast!!!!

Final Details To Follow...


Chyrel & Lyris



 



We're Having A Virtual Book Launch!!!!

Countdown Started Now Day #5

We're all about the promotion of self-care. We have books, skincare products, lotions, oils and potions that treat your skin smoothly.

If you haven't RSVP'd though you can't win these great prizes. Have you secured your spot yet?

Where:  The Virtual Book Launch of our new book release Mirrored Images. 

Date: 7/25/21-Sunday

Time: 4:00 p.m.-6:00 p.m. CST Zone

Genre: Poetry

Theme:  Southern Juke Joint Blues

Invite posted on Facebook Events Page

Zoom Meeting Invite posted on Author Page:

https://t.co/9h81EWpTD4

The Fall of Superman


I'm sitting here,
     completely dumbfounded,
trying to figure out
     when,
          how
and where exactly you
     fell from the Superman
universe I placed you in.
I’m so disappointed.
     It’s disheartening having
your illusions of perfection
     destroyed.
When all the smoke clears
     and the fog of love
has worn off, you’re left
     there nursing
a Heather Headley song;
     I wished I wasn't in love
with you so you couldn’t
     hurt me. It just ain’t fair
the way you treat me…
     Standing here angry at myself
for ever having believed that
     Superman really existed at all.

                                 cjj ©
          Poem Written By: Chyrel J. Jackson
    https://www.amazon.com/dp/1737046601