other people's poems, poetry

I never heard

I never heard my mother
Sing opera
Mahalia jackson is the only diva
She knows
She only knows her bible
As some people read
She would rather sit in
Her rock garden
Then in a box
At the met
Though, sometimes during
I swear, i hear her whistling

Erren Geraud Kelly 4’4’18


a letter from a poet

“I met someone.

About three weeks ago. She’s in the grad program at U.S.C.. She’s a musician and the kicker is… she’s Chinese… i never thought in a million years, i’d be attracted to an Asian girl. Everything about her just hit me like a wrecking ball. I did not see this one coming, in a good way. The bells went off big time. She “gets ” me. I’ve known a lot of woman, but very few ever understood me or related to me. She gets me. I’m very sure this is going to work out. I think she is a gift from god. And when god sends you someone, you don’t have to chase them. You don’t have to prove to them you’re worthy. I like being weird and nerdy. I was never about being a baller or a thug. I love being artsy and intellectual. Fuck being hard.

I got tired of proving to women i was worthy; i’m tired of being “friendzoned.”

Janet has never been married. i’ve never married. She doesn’t have kids. I don’t have any. I don’t want any. In 6 months, ill be 50, i feel like i’ve accomplished some things, but i’m still a work in progress. Maybe Janet will help me get to where i need to be.

Maybe i was out of line for thinking you liked me, but i can tell when someone’s not interested. One thing my dad always told me, i take to heart. “If a woman don’t want you, she don’t want you. Let her go and find someone else. ” elizabeth, you’re sexy, smart and you have a good heart…maybe you just don’t like black men. And that’s youre choice. Some people are just like that. I’ve had jungle fever since my 20s, but i’m starting to realize i like other kinds of women too. I’m glad i never had children. Its a lot of work. I don’t want to spent my 50’s and 60’s chasing a rugrat around. I’ve been there and done it dating single moms. The kids resent you for taking their dad’s place. The ex hate you cos you’re dating his ex. Doing all you can to feel like you belong, but you never really do.

And when push comes to shove, a mom will always pick her kids over a man. Thats the truth. Maybe i just never found the one who could fit the glass slipper. Hopefully Janet will change that. But if it doesnt work. I wont cry, ill keep being me. Ill keep being weird and happy. Im done with sending you mail. So this is the last one. I do think you deserve happiness. I hope you find it.
God closes a door and opens another one. Don’t cry cos its over, smile cos it happened.

I hope your year goes well…”

other people's poems


“in l.a., everything is spread out and
everyone lives in their own little world
in the ’80’s, NWA, eazy-e, ice cube and ice-t
repped south central, now it’s mostly latino
white kids, they brag about being gangsta rappers

youtube can make any poindexter
a star

at ucla, sorority girls flirt with me
as i help them move furniture
up the road in bel-air, a maid gets off
the bus and walks to work
she dreams of living in a neighborhood
like that

every coffeehouse i go to
i always meet an actor or a screenwriter
or a model or a dancer
at a check cashing place in hollywood
a woman stands besides me,
cashes a check and gets a brick
of one hundred dollar bills
her breasts belongs on a cartoon character
i’m thinking

as i sit on the sand at sunset beach, i wonder
how much will I pay
to make my dreams come true ?”