(Winning Poem in BET & Def Poetry Jams Slam Contest for July 2001)
Green
sometimes when I am blue and the sun still has the nerve to shine bright-ass yellow green grows in my soul and red boils in my face because my place in the sun was colored by a white moon who don't respect my black, or my blue or no other hue except green and occasionally, silver
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Reviewed on November 18, 2002
Beautiful my sister as all of your work, continue to write. Your words open doors for understanding.
Still Living on my Feet is the follow up to Tichaona Chinyelu’s first book, In the Whirlwind, which was rooted in a sense of hard-hitting revolutionary black love. However, in this sophomore effort, Tichaona brings the revolutionary essence from deep
A further collection of poems, many from years in the Middle East, but also the California San Francisco and Central Coast areas (Santa Cruz, Carmel, Big Sur, Berkeley, etc.).
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