If it works (most people say)
It will become automatic, that pout,
I mean, the way you fix your hair,
Looping the black hair
Around your ears, holding your
Head still against the rocking
Of the night.
Pollsters too (I’m proud to add)
Negate facial features, and re-emphasize
Carriage, dignity,
And a slouch, capturing attitude
With (mostly) blue eye
Shadow, a hint of pink somewhere else,
Maybe a blush at
Your throat, a tightening
Of muscles in the arms,
Definition brought
Out by power reps,
Treadmill’s constant
Affirmation of life, of veins,
Of red blood moving.
Welcome!
The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
Beautif
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
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