RonAmberdeniseDecember 20, 20128 viewsHeard & SeenMic TVPodcasts0 Comments8 views 0 RonAmber is a stand-out poet. Her words stand alone and works of art but her understated delivery illuminates her work. When accompanied by a full band and the singing of Blaq Pearl magic occurs. Here is her performance at Arriving in The Future in summer of 2012. The full poem text is below. She Remind Me – by RonAmber Deloney Well Sometimes She reminds me Of the color purple Of celie’s braid Mista’s fade away She hurts like Sophia leaving home on Christmas Sometimes I think if I say it enough If I close my eyes and dream it enough I’ll open them then see love floating around her Like the familiar face trying to surround her when she home sick She around the corner but it just ain’t quick enough Thin lines ain’t thick enough for her emotions They run deep like oceans ain’t got no end I’m sending my love to my pusherwoman friend My sista thin I’m praying that you home ’cause yo phone ain’t on If I had a guitar I’d sing you a song ’cause love you remind me of a picture just painted all wrong but I’m a love her with my bongo beat love into her like we back in the congo how that nina simone go yeh she a see line woman got stress on the palm of her hand but that itch don’t mean what it used to neighborhood bitch got blues too only she’s used to hers though numbed her thumb on rock when she was four she dozes off that wet dips then daydreams about how she gone get more work for she get busted shame on those stars she trusted when she wished a long time ago sat at the back of her momma’s old Cadillac and let her thoughts go spotted the north star and held hope so maybe heaven would spare her older bro she hears pusher man melodies telling her to freeze in your fallacy nigger hustle got him so player got him so pro got an aggravated twelve year old twelve at eighteen and only nowhere to go cuffed so tight he couldn’t even make a fist for his afro just another Negro fading in and out of his momma’s front door she healed the morning pain of her house ransacked for change on her make believe piano every now and then he claim his spot on the living room floor take a walk around the block to see if his world grew wider first thing pusher woman gotta find a new provider learn to divide her time between trips to the free clinic, trips to the store and knocks on her door at one o’clock in the morning or the afternoon she stirs her crack with a spoon in it she make circles like full moons on her birthday shakes her head because she never got to be Osun in a school play naw see she was raising her skirt the old-fashioned way perpetrating in the breezeway with old dude named Bay-bay now she raises her voice to confirm her status to an earth she created girl shut up and sit down she speaks to her birth that fetus escaped the womb to remind her daily of what all she ain’t worth all she owns but can’t hurt cause she don’t nurture got tattooed virtues of a sun shining yellow goddess running from her blue sunset rewinding that reminder of a chariot that didn’t stop because it couldn’t find her if she’d just shut up and stop moving yet she hang tough to keep proving she’s looking towards a sadness that’s behind her just another quick fix to find her mood before fuck it becomes her attitude fucking her groove up no, fuck that blue black and green eyes her never-ending soul cries mercy just a little while longer eyes are gone see me to the prize of this lie I’m in my situation then her soul gone bend toward some meaning but pusher woman dreaming all around her folks are screaming light but she don’t know why she gotta fight so hard why the universe is steady pulling her card why he brings his brown sugar cane ass through her yard everytime she’s getting over him she’s coming two by two up concrete trails in crooked dreams her hue seems as confused as her hip swing sometimes she wishes she were an African dance queen or she could smile because the grass is green or she could sing to the next dopefiend who brings her their cold wedding ring Sometimes She reminds me Of the color purple Of Celie’s braid Mister’s fade away She hurts like Sophia leaving home on Christmas Sometimes I think if I say it enough If I close my eyes and dream it enough I’ll open them then see love floating around her Like the familiar face trying to surround her when she home sick Sometimes She reminds me Of the color purple Of celie’s braid The way she fades away She hurts like Sophia leaving home on Christmas Sometimes I think if I say it enough If I close my eyes and dream it enough I’ll open them then be love floating around her Like the familiar face trying to surround her with this love sickness https://www.micmovement.com/wp-content/uploads/Videos/RonAmber.mp4Podcast: Play in new window | DownloadLike this:Like Loading... No related posts.