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I’ve filled oceans with my tears…
Painted the skies with my scattered
blues…
I’ve bled my pain…creating tides of
crimson on busted boulevards
I’ve lost myself numerous times on
the hunt for love…
These days, Cracks of Harlem dance
across my heart
I’ve written my life in bits & pieces
on pages…
I’ve sung my deepest poetic sorrows
on stages…
Which has given me strength while
making me vulnerable
My truth exposed like the meat of
an open wound
My misery & emotional instability
are sometimes the brunt of your jokes
You shake your head at my unfortunate
circumstances
Secretly holding back the fact that this
is your story too
You were once the slighted mistress…
You were once the rape victim…
You are the quote un quote crazy man
with an artistic magic in your hands
You used to slice your own flesh searching
for some sense of control…
wanting to feel…something
Because the numbness was unbearable
You used to fear trust so you drowned
in the pits of lust…pretending you liked it
This is me peeking beneath your mask…
peeling away the layers of you to really
see your soul
Opening your eyes & saying look…
there is nothing wrong with who you
are
See, I write my life in bits & pieces
on pages
I sing my deepest poetic sorrows
on stages…
Secretly knowing, this may be your
story too
But I will stand…I will write…
I will carry your story for you

~YeYo aka RAW SUGA’~

All I can say is this scene formed in my mind…so, I wrote it down
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Melanie YeYo Carter (c) 2011

FORGIVENESS (VIDEO) ^!^

This piece is less than 24 hours old. It can’t be seen in written form anywhere. I decided to give this one to you personally. I hope you enjoy…& understand the message… RESECT & LOVE

~Melanie YeYo Carter~

Driving down the highway
Spellbound
Intertwined in the tangling
of a love affair…
An affair of words…
Pages
Sounds
You exist in crevices that only
the flow of ink can reach
Bringing light to the dark
places
And room to breathe to the
tight spaces
You cater to my creative needs
Planting seeds into my mental soul
I could read you a thousand times
I could read you until I
memorize your lines
I do…
Embracing your words
before I fall asleep
So, these days, you follow me
into my dreams
There…we write poetry
notes on tattered cloth
And travel through each
other’s spirit
Now, I am no longer just a poet
I am a lyric
Your pen sings my tune…

~YeYo aka RAW SUGA’~

I figured
What better way to end 2010
than in a battle with my pen
So I suited up & put my game
face on
Started making love to the
microphone…
in my poetry tune
Hitting a high note in the middle
of a gangsta groove
Baby, I have to move
Move to become better than
I am today
Move to affect you in a lyrical
way
Move to paint dreams in your
minds eye
Move to save the youth of our
nation before they die
It is time for change &
I promise I won’t get stagnant
again
I will move until there’s no
air in my chest
I will move until I have not
one more breath
I will move until I’m called
to rest
I will move until there’s not one
more word or one more line of
poetry left
I will move
I will write
Until there’s not one more inkling
of me remaining to fight…
I
WILL
MOVE

~YeYo aka RAW SUGA’~

Drifting on the edge of reason
Lodged between somewhere
& nowhere
My destination is unknown
What I do know is I have to
write until I get there
Scroll my feelings on tattered
cloth
Tattered because these pages
have been written on for
centuries
Written on by other poets just
in different words & in
different forms
By poets who were moved
enough to express themselves
And convicted enough to stand
behind their beliefs, their
opinions, their emotions
So many people believe this
world was built on politics,
money & sex
But so many things of this
world would be forgotten if
it wasn’t for the artist who
painted on cave walls
The singers who sung stories
that were passed down
through generations
If it weren’t for the writers…
the poets, our history would be obsolete
And although there are things this
nation would love to forget, those
facts should not be forgotten
Slavery should not be forgotten
Assassination of a king should
not be forgotten
Lynching should not be
forgotten
Murder should not be
forgotten
Rape & ridicule should not
be forgotten
Prejudice towards an entire
race should not be forgotten
War should not be forgotten
Because however painful these
memories maybe, they should
serve as reminders of what
NOT to do
So as writers, poets, authors,
teachers, parents & revolutionaries,
we have a responsibility
A responsibility to teach, to love,
to guide & to write!
Write with passion & without
fear on scrolls of tattered
cloth
For our children’s children
can not find their way alone &
in the dark

YeYo aka RAW SUGA’

I am the earth vibrating beneath the feet of toyi-toyi dancers
~absorb my reverberations~
I am the sky transforming tears into rain
~put away your umbrellas~

I am the fire that heats your blood
~call your doctor and I’ll do the same to him or her
I am water, flowing and ebbing endlessly
~damning me is useless~

I am the elements that make up humanity
~ashes and dust contain particles of me~
I am time constantly in existence
~clocks are just abstractions of me~
I am nature, the fullness of its fury and the calm in the eye of its storm.

I am female, the she, the womb that closes when I decide.
I am nasty and pure; virginal and whorish.
I am the one who runs from your fist; the one who burns your bed
as well as the one lone juror who sets me free.

I am the one who speaks with her vagina as well as her mouth.
I am the scraped out as well as the one doing the scraping.
I am not operation rescue or holier than thou.

I am earth: plant something in me.
I am sky: stop dropping bombs from me.
I am fire: next time, next time.
I am water: now flow with me.

I had fun with this one fam And I hope you do too. RESPECT & LOVE
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I’m a dope deala
A deala of dope words
Addictive lines with potent
verbs
Slangin’ stanzas to send your
senses on a high
Cockin’ my pen back to riddle
your mind
Keeping full clips of revolutionary thoughts
Snatchin’ your attention when
it doesn’t wish to be caught
I’m a dope deala
Your neighborhood poetry
open mic spitta
The alter ego of your
subconscious
Movin’ like Cashis Clay when he was throwin’ punches
Gettin’ you hooked on punch lines & metaphors
Takin’ your mental as I kick in
opinionated closed doors
Pushin’ this poetry pen so hard
I inspire you to push too
A lyrical stick-up kid…
Knocking you right outta yo shoes
I’m a dope deala
A hungry poets stomach filla
Your parents fear me because
I may change your views
My words may kidnap your fear &
you can finally tell someone about their abuse
Your enemies fear me because
I’m the super hero that snaps
on the bully
My poetry goin’ pound for
pound against their tomfoolery
Your primary source for
prose you’ve neva’ heard
I’m a dope deala…
A deala of prophetic words!!

YeYo aka RAW SUGA’

it blooms in the middle of breathing. prostrate on the most comfortable thing i own, i let my mind probe it – not believing that this would be my response. but  there it is. a smile. nothing else. no emotional charge. no tension. just a smile that pops up fully grown. teeth. eye shine. the whole gamut involved in genuinely smiling.

the birth of this smile is a thing of wonder considering it’s long gestational period – a time big with love, confusion, anger and finally, at long last, distrust.

with this smile, i walk out of the ring. exit stage left and watch the self-mutilation from the next proverbial block. 

This one is very special to me… It came up & out from my heart & my experience. Hope you can feel me
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As my body was being racked with anxiety…
feeling like the bottom was being pulled from
beneath me & the pain seemed much too much
to bare, he held me….
Tightly
Him, determined to transfer his strength to me
And no matter how hard I tried to run,
HE HELD ME…
He spoke to me with love on his tongue &
authority in his language…
Telling those old demons that they couldn’t
have me because I was HIS now…his love…
his woman & he will protect me by any means
necessary
Having never had this before, I was
unable to accept or believe completely, so I fought
him a little more but he fought too
Fought to show me he wasn’t letting go…
Fought to show me I was WORTH the fight
He fought for me when I couldn’t fight…
He fought the pain, the hurt & the anxiety
with the most powerful weapon known
to man: LOVE
And he loved me
Loved me deeply…
Filling that space between something &
nothingness
Told me I should never look down at the
ground again…I’m better than that
HE….HELD…ME…
Yi’Chomia’ he said, speaking to my heart
in his language
And I couldn’t help but answer: Yi’Chomae’
Wanting him, needing him
We got lost & engulfed in a lover’s embrace
Held on for dear life…
And I never knew love’s embrace could feel
so gooooooooooooood….

YeYo (Melanie)