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Contraband Marriage, traveling along the hemline of loving after incarceration, is a love story written in lyric and free form, set in reality with a different ever after.
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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!
Three Stanza Smile (Excerpt from Book)
Screaming no more
Moving on, realigning my facial muscles
Into expressions of joy
Leaving manipulative ploys
Evicting unhealthy toys.
Solar reflections of ivory colored bone
Molecularly reminiscent of an
Invisible individual who
Left behind half of his
Essence.
Sorrowful no longer
Mindful of the future that
Invariably sleeps beside me
Leavening my mood cause
Eternity has a new face.
© 2005 Tichaona Chinyelu
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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 within the trough of her Y chromosomes; lacing it with truths, humor and sisterly compassion. Still uncompromising, Ms. Chinyelu overtly articulates the primacy of black women without negating their compliment, black men. Using a sentence she coined a while back; the line of my back needed straightening more than my hair, as her muse, Tichaona retraces the spiritual experience she had in her early twenties revolving around the grandmother she never met. Drawing on her desire to respond righteously, she encapsulated that experience of love and consciousness to produce the progressive, relevant and textured writings of Still Living on my Feet.
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