SPEAKING MY
Poetry By Rhonda Swan
Reviewed By Marjorie J. Hurst
I had never been to a book signing in
my life. And I had never been to a
poetry reading, either. So, it was with
no frame of reference and absolutely no expectations that I arrived at Edwards
Books, located in Downtown Springfield at
To
tell the truth, I arrived early with the intention of buying the book, getting
it signed, photographing the author and leaving. Much to my surprise, I stayed to the end and
enjoyed every minute. In fact, as I was
driving home in my car, the only appropriate description of my feelings about
the experience was--just as Oprah features “Aha” moments in her monthly
magazine--this was my “Wow!” moment.
Or
in more intelligible, descriptive language, the event was good beyond my
wildest imagination. Take the fact that
Rhonda looked so good -- attractive and confident just like one imagines a
successful author should look. Then add
to that the rhythmic power of her voice reading the words on the page with just
the right inflection to make the images come alive. And finally, add the stark reality of the
subjects that she writes about, and you have all the ingredients necessary for
making my first experience attending this type of event a real winner.
Rhonda
is a native of
A
lot of the poetry seems angry and she was asked why. She must be asked that question a lot because
the book contains a “Preface” that explains exactly why.
I
got permission from Rhonda to print some of the poems from her book in Point of View. (By the way, she said she
liked the newspaper and as she turned the pages with an experienced eye, I knew
that was a real compliment.) I wanted to
print almost every poem I read like “I Forgive Me, Sisters,” “We Are Strong,”
“The Letter,” “Response To The Sellout,” “Babies’ Daddies,” “Minority,” to name
only a few. I couldn’t wait until I got
home to have Rick read “The News Meeting” and “The Workplace” and I wanted to
cry when Rhonda read “A Tribute To Dee.”
I
finally decided to print only one of her poems but I hope I have tantalized you
enough for you to go right out to Edwards Books at
Preface
By Rhonda Swan (Reprinted by permission of the author)
Some ask me why
my poetry is always angry black woman stuff
It’s not that
I’m always angry, I just don’t do fluff
I write about
what I’m thinking or feeling at the time
Whenever
something moves me, I put it to rhyme
And, I will
admit, that a lot of times I’m pissed
And when I put
pen to paper, some may feel dissed
But that doesn’t
mean what I say is any less true
Or has any less
meaning for me and for you
When I say brothers handle your business and
take care of your own
Or ask why so
many kids diss those who are grown
I’m just putting
into words what’s already on your mind
Hoping that
something I say will open the eyes of the blind
Those who can’t
see or don’t care about the pain they cause
Perhaps they
will hear something to make them take pause
Stop and think
about their actions, what they do and don’t do
That has a
negative impact on me and on you
Corrupt
politicians, deadbeat dads and brutal racist cops
Gang banging,
school shootings, and driving while black stops
Child molesters,
domestic violence, heroin, AIDS and crack
40 bullets
‘cause a wallet is a gun in the hands of somebody black
Abner Louima, James Byrd and let’s not forget Rodney King
All the lying
and cheating after the wedding ring
Our once strong
Black families now falling apart at the seams
Too many
children with no hope of achieving their dreams
Corporate glass
ceilings for those who wear a skirt
No more affirmative
action, get over your past hurt
Subsidies for
the rich and tax credits for the wealthy
And welfare
reform time limits for the poor and unhealthy
Stock markets
crashing and money down the drain
Too many broken
hearts, too many lovers in pain
Children without
fathers, mothers doing drugs
Little girls
dressed half-naked, young boys trying to be thugs
Grandmas raising
babies, kissing boo-boos and drying tears
When they should
be enjoying their golden years
If it sounds
like I’m angry, it’s because I got a right to be