(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
In the Whirlwind is a poetic storm that frees history from the cages of corruption and puts it in the hands of everyday people. Words are weaved into a new fashion statement that has nothing to do with runways but everything to do with projects!
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