Color Me Pretty – Poetry
Hello All! I hope this post finds you all happy and healthy, especially after the devastation of Hurricane Sandy. I wanted to remind you that this blog will be taken down soon. Please go to my new blog at http://www.kimekofarrar.com and subscribe there. The site has an updated look, better functionality and a new URL address but the content is the same!
I recorded a video to submit to a talent agent and decided that I should share the video with you guys too!! The talent agent might think I suck but you guys seem to get what I do :-) I wrote Color Me Pretty after I decided to wear my hair natural. I was probably less than a year post BC. For those of you who are not familiar with the term, BC as in big chop, is where I cut the chemical relaxer from my hair down to its virgin kinky curly state. Anyway, I really don’t care what people do with their hair but I always think about our decisions when it comes to beauty and the way our appearance affect us psychologically. I could talk about it more but I think the poem says it all. Please let me know what you think of the piece. You can find it on my You Tube channel. Click Link—> “Color Me Pretty”
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Kimeko
My 100th Blog Post!! There should be an award for this!
I’ve been dying to post the 100th entry to my blog but I’ve been so busy that my creativity has taken a leave of absence. Sometimes things don’t happen as you plan but that doesn’t mean that things aren’t happening exactly as they’re meant to happen. Where there’s a will there’s a way so please enjoy the attached video of one of my spoken word performances in celebration of my 100th post. Whoo-hoo!
The Revolution Ain’t on Blu-Ray is one of the first pieces I ever wrote and performed. I was afraid that my knees would wobble and my voice would crack under the pressure. But alas, I embraced the spotlight shining in my face and I haven’t looked back. When I listen to this piece it reminds me of why I even started this journey in the first place. There is still work to do, changes to make, and goals to achieve. Don’t be fooled by what you see or by what you’ve been conditioned to believe and accept. Dig deeper!
Thanks for reading!
ChUC
Please click on the link below to view the video on my YouTube Channel (meko1908)…
The Movement: Poetry
Hello All! I haven’t posted anything in a while, been crazy busy! I also haven’t posted any poetry in a long time but when inspiration hits a poet will pay $100 for a pen just to write out our thoughts or we’ll explode from the burden of our emotions. But instead of just writing I decided to use my webcam for the first time and record what I was feeling. Please click on the link below to view the piece. I hope it touches your heart because it definitely came from the heart. Be blessed friends, today and forever!
ChUC
Respect the Sacrifice…
Hello All! It’s February, the month of love and pro-blackness!
For me black history month is a time to reflect on the sacrifices made, both willing and unwilling, so we could have the freedom we currently enjoy. The freedom to love, the freedom to learn, the freedom to prosper, the freedom to express thoughts openly, and the freedom to be black and beautiful were neither automatic nor expected. Our ancestors took the thorns from their backside and used them to build bridges so we could walk over into greatness. For that, I am eternally grateful.
The poem “Ballad of Birmingham” by Dudley Randall has always touched my soul, maybe because it speaks to the mother in me. It also has a way of slapping me out of my complacent and content moments. It reminds me that there is still work to be done because those who paid the ultimate price with their lives deserve much more from me, from you, from all of us.
Until our minds are as free as our bodies, we have not arrived. Keep fighting for the change you seek!
ChUC
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Ballad of Birmingham
Mother dear, may I go downtown
Instead of out to play,
And march the streets of Birmingham
In a Freedom March today?”
“No, baby, no, you may not go,
For the dogs are fierce and wild,
And clubs and hoses, guns and jails
Aren’t good for a little child.”
“But, mother, I won’t be alone.
Other children will go with me,
And march the streets of Birmingham
To make our country free.”
“No, baby, no, you may not go,
For I fear those guns will fire.
But you may go to church instead
And sing in the children’s choir.”
She has combed and brushed her night-dark hair,
And bathed rose petal sweet,
And drawn white gloves on her small brown hands,
And white shoes on her feet.
The mother smiled to know that her child
Was in the sacred place,
But that smile was the last smile
To come upon her face.
For when she heard the explosion,
Her eyes grew wet and wild.
She raced through the streets of Birmingham
Calling for her child.
She clawed through bits of glass and brick,
Then lifted out a shoe.
“O, here’s the shoe my baby wore,
But, baby, where are you?”













