#TBT = Throwback Thursday! — Female N****s

So another from back in the day in my Thursday digging in the crates series… I never said they would all be gems and gold… I remember the situation that inspired this… ah poet drama! As always, feedback is welcomed and appreciated! :-)

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Female N****s
(Original post date/time: 2004-11-23 06:02:00)

Female niggas I call “nigras”
‘Cause they be trying to live up to stereotypical stigmas
Ladies,
Ghetto
Is not
Fab-u-LOUS
Yet they
Still feel
That they MUST
Be all up in my business like what is this
Comin’ around like St. Nick on Christmas
A few even got on the mic and dissed me
Trying to shoot their little arrows of pain but oops, they missed me
I could get mad but hey why bother
I just take a deep breath and say a prayer to my Father
Because a woman who is bold about how often she be a skeeza
Is a female who obviously is in need of Jesus

2 thoughts on “#TBT = Throwback Thursday! — Female N****s

  1. It’s hard to feedback a poem such is this. I’m reminded of a section of a Dylan Thomas lecture where he’d said, “in public all I think that can be presented is the poem itself – and all that can be experienced in public is the realization of immediacy, or lack of immediacy, through which the hypothesis, the central motive of the poem, affects the reader through his ear. The printed page is the place in which to examine the works of a poem, and the platform the place on which to give the poem the work.”

    What you have here is a poem that obviously deserves, if not requires, a public platform that can, upon delivery, affect the audience member through their ears. Having it here, as a written poem, knowing that it is one that should be presented vocally leaves me with difficulty in feedbacking.

    That and having to also google the word, “nigras,” in all of my I’m-a-white-male-conscious-that-history-provides-me-with-a-good-reason-to-be-insecure-about-that-ness… Well, I’m curious, from one conscientious poet to the next – how would you recommend I relate to this poem?

    • This poem was written when I first started performing poetry and my venue at the time was a soul food restaurant in south Scottsdale, AZ so it is written with a very narrow and specific audience in mind. I do realize that currently (especially online) that I have a much broader audience seeing my work, but this particular poem is still not going to be something that I would expect you to relate to per se. I would more expect non-Black readers to see this as a glimpse of one woman’s view of the negative aspects of those who share parts of her culture.

      In retrospect I can see where someone could take my perspective as something that many share and would possibly assume that the thing that was annoying me that particular week/month/whatever is common enough of an occurrence that my peers would relate to it. The small audience I wrote for definitely could since we were all part of a small close knit community of poets and performers.

      I think to a degree many people can relate to having someone who is less than what one would hope for their cultural representation though.

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