"Momma's Worry" by TS Hawkins

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Highlighting the good, the bad, the ugly and the hilarity of twenty some years Mahogany Nectar is a poetic memoir that takes you to the initial stages that forged a bond between the author, the pen and the written word. She speaks about a broken home, a loving mother, a puzzle-piece lineage, woes of the collegiate life, proms and promenades, death, rebirths, sexuality lessons at the neighborhood park and community pool. Although the bookend to the saccharine glazed trilogy, sharing these experiences is only the beginning!

“Even when her poetry reflects difficult choices, humiliation or exploitation, she faces them full-on. Where some writers might couch their language in cagey metaphor, Hawkins is direct, her narrative clear. If she were standing in front of you, she would look you right in the eye” –Wendy Rosenfield, Philadelphia Inquirer


HIStory: Texas Chapter

we were raped
pussies eaten
then hung like slaughter
fearing freedom

may one day never cum

we waited
and still

you wish to Whitewash wrong doings
re-scribble history
creating inaccuracies
pretending equality always existed

we were stolen
chewed by scientific experiments
due to the 3/5th human lie
or the one drop rule diatribe
won't let you stand by and promote

that we journeyed voluntarily
fuck your Atlantic Exchange
we're shackled
still shackled
handcuffed in your White American Dream
with highlighted mulatto President

that "pulled his own bootstraps"
the truth
you helped him through
to pacify brownstones to shut the fuck up
but guess the fuck what
your plans are mute
my children will not grow up

in the parachute of your deceit

we were lynched
and Lord only knows what else
of we continue to let you pelt our humanity
explain, Texas BOE
why the need to spread hypocrisy
drizzle past fallacies in mouths of our youth
serving hate on a silver plate
will never forgive you
if you publish those lies as fate
the only thing insane about Barack Hussein
is thinking you bigots were ever going to change
and if folks sit back allowing the Slave Trade to be called an "Exchange"
as if the Talented Ten and Mr. Washington

sat over tea
explaining in detail that being slaves is what we wanted to be
a true capitalist need
"a win-win"
a straight up back deal with a side of moon-shined gin
...a sin...

we were maimed
but three words of advice
educated Kings and Queens
will stand against the obscene
and wipe the floor clean with the blood of your misdeeds
No PTA meeting will ever be safe
because hell will be made
day after day after day
until truth has the final say...


Crowning Glory

the Statue of Liberty
never thought that she would stand
for Statutes of Limitations
bowed heads
not due to reverence
but shame
for justice unkept


Formations [To Leslie]

inside spiraled
the most honest words
i've ever


Unfinished Elements

lick embers off your hearthed heart
chamber pulsed remains
remain unspoken love notes
embroidered in ::IHateYou's::
and tattered ::ILustYou's::
staying the phoenix of your ambsace mind
give me time to love you to life...

wind chime's
miming ::INeedYou's::
through silent gestures
vibrating louder than mute ::ILoveYou's:: from partners past
despite the here and now
present in this unconditional foreshadowing
I'm willing to love you to life...

smell rain on your voice
moments before a gulp umbrelled the truth
of a soon uttered lie
the ::It'sNotYouIt'sMe::
pre-poncho-ed out your box
imploring you to stop,
shout I
let me love you to life....

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