For Colored Girls

Reclaiming Our Time 💅🏽⏳

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Love.

That's what it would look like.

Kindness

And tenderness

And patience.

The absence of strife.

Relief from waiting.

Partnership in life

Love

That doesn't disdain or rush.

Love

That takes its time.

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I'm not tip-toing anymore around what I want

what it takes to have me.

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Desire

Shayla Brown

I want to be more than a punchline

At the end of a sexual sentence.

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François Battiste as Malcom X in Kemp Powers’ “One Night in Miami”. Photograph: Johan Persson

06 October 2016 - 03 December 2016 at the Donmar Warehouse, London

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”Seven Guitars” directed by Colman Domingo

September 1 - September 20, 2015

Pamela Brown Auditorium, Actors Theatre of Louisville, Kentucky

J. Alphonse Nicholson, Joniece Abbott-Pratt (Photo Credit by Bill Brymer)

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I would rather be writing poetry...

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Mornings could be beautiful here... If it wasn't so damn hot.

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Protect your peace

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Regrets

by Shayla Brown

Will you mock me for this later?

Make fun of me for loving you?

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by Shayla Brown

I'm just pretending.

Am I just pretending?

Let me not act like I'm not afraid.

Of you.

For me.

That this is a mistake.

That I'm in danger.

That I'm foolishly in love with you.

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In an unfinished front room I'm renovating with you...

Unfinished business

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Type Love

This is the type of love

Church Mothers

ruin

with their antique hoeish ways

with their pedophilic glances

their closeted gays

with their mouths dripping

hot with regret

lasciviously longing for long-gone days,

Libidinously lawless with lubricious lusts,

and empty lewd low-libido lays

This is the love,

warm and engulfing

parts set ablaze,

Tingling, tantalizing, tenacious touch

Glimmering gleeful gaze

Hand-holding that makes

dark hearts sick

that makes holy hands

lay claim on that dick

that makes throwin it back

raise hands up in praise

head side to side in a carefree craze

makes whole bodies crave,

sends fear to the grave;

that makes them the thing

to do to be saved

explosions that flow in gigantic waves

that make on their command

a whole-ass slave

makes Mothers worry.

because who do I serve?

because who could I

convert with these curves?

because do I make him

drop to his knees

in adoration and

in worship of me?

in solitude subdued

suckling my teat?

does his mama know

that he kisses my feet?

Is all of this

what his Church Mothers see?

what makes his Lover the enemy

Thier duty to defeat?

Well then woe is me

cause his love is binding

and blindly sets me free.

it stimulates me

and puts me in heat.

makes me wanna lick his face

fuck him raw in any place

thank God for his embrace

the privilege to sit on his face.

our house is our space.

So Church Mothers,

go away.

don't come for me

don't come for my day

Don't come in and inturrupt

the pipe he can lay.

Don't dismiss his kiss

Don't disrupt in dismay

Don't demonize my thighs

my pleasure or his play

I am his safe space

and he wants to stay

wants somehwere to lay

wants a purpose to pray

a prize for his faith

wants to come in one place

wants to come and feel safe

wants to say:

"I finally found

a good thing

found a finger to finger my ring

found muse to use my seed

finally found a help meet"

finally, he feels complete

so Church Mothers,

you disalusioned lovers,

go away.

don't come again for us

don't come for our day

don't neg and nay say

your son wants to have me

we want to play

want to push his head in my pussy

want to push his head inside me

wants to touch the tip to the back

put a curve in my back

make me react

make my ass clapp

jiggle it and smack it

tickle it and tap it

skeet in it

while I snatch it

scream when he slap it

so Church Mothers-

with your Tussy-tamed

dusty lame

out of commission coochie-

who wanna have it,

go away.

Don't come again for our day.

Your son and I are busy

dick-deep in play.

silava-steemed in sensational sex.

Church Mothers, go away.

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“This is the type of love Church Mothers ruin.”

a reflective, provocative work that invites discussion...

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“This is the type of love Church Mothers ruin.”

a reflective, provocative work that invites discussion...

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This is the type of love Church Mothers ruin

Type- Love

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Shayla Brown had done this before — three times, in fact. But her fourth birth in the spring of 2019 would be different. With her CNM (Certified Nurse Midwife) relationship maintained throughout pregnancy and all prenatal visits attended faithfully, Shayla entered the final stretch of pregnancy with a clear, confident plan: she would give birth to baby #4 at home, unassisted, surrounded by her family — so long as she and baby remained healthy. She did remain healthy. She remained confident. And on a cool March evening in Tempe, Arizona — as the desert cactus bloomed quietly outside — she labored and delivered on the floor of her front room, after her children had gone to bed.

MY SPONTANEOUS SPRING BIRTH Genesis Birthing & Living × Black Birth Story Blog

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Fear That Takes the Wheel

A confession from the woman inside all of my titles By Shayla Brown There is a fear that doesn’t ask permission.It doesn’t knock. It doesn’t wait until you’re ready. It doesn’t care that I have children to feed and work to finish and a life that needs me present and functional and whole. It just takes the wheel. And I am no longer in my body the way I was five minutes ago. I am somewhere…

Fear That Takes the Wheel