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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
Luxury Awaits
Believe You Can Achieve Amazing Things!
Anyway, a few hours before the deadline I managed to submit a shorter version of The Revolution Ain’t on Blu-Ray. (link to my You Tube vid- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=biHjZ6yV6io) Why was it shorter you ask? Well, because that piece is originally 5 minutes long and the submissions had to be under 3 minutes. Geez, editing the poem was like deciding which of my vital organs I wanted to keep. I took out 2 minutes of the poem, recorded it with my Canon Cyber Shot and posted it to You Tube. I thought I was pretty fly too, but unfortunately as fly as I was, I didn’t make it on the show. 😦 Yeah bummer! But my submission was one of the top five so I get some kudos for that right?
Getting that submission done was a lot of work but what I really wanted to say is nothing is in vain when you believe in what you’re trying to accomplish. It’s not all about the win but the journey and what you gain or give along the way. And for me, who knows, there’s always Season 3 🙂 As a bonus for being in the top 5 submissions I was interviewed for the Luxury Awaits article copied below. My first official interview! Whoop whoop! The original article can also be found on http://luxuryawaits.com/lifestyle/submissions.aspx?nav=Scroll
I hope you’ll take a few minutes to read it! Your victory is my victory. My victory is your victory. Our victories give empowerment to the people!
Kimeko “Chick Under Construction” Farrar…. That really tickles me LOL
Verses & Flow Luxury Awaits
One of the most exciting aspects of putting together the second season of LEXUS Presents Verses & Flow has been the submission process. Thousands of potential participants sent in their very best performance pieces to versesandflow.com before the May 15th deadline, with each poet displaying their own unique style and love of words.
There were a few artists that stood out among the many who submitted, like Adam “Rage Almighty” Tench, who called the submissions rules “very easy to follow, even though it was torture trying to make sure I sent in the right poem. I wanted to be sure to include a piece that showed how good I was with crowds.” And that he did. The two year poet, who claims that going to a spoken word event with his cousin saved his life, submitted his ode to early motherhood with the piece “The Science to Loving A Pregnant Woman,’ or, as it’s more often called, “The Stretchmarks Poem.”
Finding inner peace was more important than finding a piece to submit for Willette-Angelic “Angelique” Palmer. The Manassas, VA resident called the submissions page “easy to navigate,” but found that it took the better part of two days to convince herself that she was good enough to toss her words into the ring. She finally exhaled, sending in her most poignant prose, “Nostalgia Sticks to Skin,” which is a war cry to abusive fathers everywhere.
Kimeko “Chick Under Construction” Farrar hadn’t even heard about the show’s first season, instead becoming aware of it after Season One stalwart Georgia Me performed at a venue in her hometown of Huntsville, Alabama. “I got excited after hearing about it,” she remembers, adding that folks kept calling her to make sure she submitted. Farrar, who started writing and performing poetry soon after one of her mentors was shot and killed as part of a massive school shooting, shared what she calls her signature piece, “The Revolution Ain’t On Blu-Ray,” a universal piece about the need to read that has as much impact in a church as it does in a school.
Evrick “Tro’juan Soule” Henderson wasn’t sure what to submit after a friend told him about the show’s call for poets. “It was a challenge,” he recalls, saying that he wanted to send something folks could relate to, “nothing too heavy.” The Dallas native, who remembers the day he decided to take poetry seriously–Valentine’s Day 2009–and finds himself studying the parallels between rapper Nas and poet Langston Hughes, finally decided on the poem written in honor of his mother, “Letter to You.’
These are just a sample from the thousands that submitted for the second season. And while it wasn’t possible to welcome each and every one of them to the Season Two stage, their submissions are a bold reminder of just how vast and talented the spoken word community remains.
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For more updates on Season Two of Verses & Flow, including all announcements and features, please stay tuned to luxuryawaits.com and versesandflow.com.
“Eye Water to Cry With” (Flash Fiction)… Chapter 1: Mya Monroe
Hello All! It’s Flash Fiction Tuesday!! I’m going to try something new for the next few weeks so let me know what you think. Instead of writing a complete story every other Tuesday I will write a short story, “Eye Water to Cry With”, using four to six 300 word chapters. Chapter 1 is Mya Monroe so let’s just see where this journey takes us because even I don’t know how it will end yet!! 🙂 Enjoy!
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Mya folded a piece of paper between her fingers and stared intensely at the number 219 printed on it. Her wide hips sunk into the soft red leather of the back booth and she scrunched her face in the most uninviting way possible. It was an unconscious technique for looking less attractive. With the exception of her job as a tenured business professor at Georgia State, she was much more comfortable flying under the radar and avoiding unnecessary attention. But Jonas, all 6 feet 4 inches of him, was made to be seen. His muscles rippled like silk in an April breeze as he wheeled crates of wine into Lindsey’s.
Lindsey’s was the upscale restaurant where Mya normally met her fiancé, Harold, once a week for lunch. Harold and his father, Dexter Woody, owned several restaurants and event centers in Georgia and Washington, DC. Every Thursday, for the past three months, Jonas delivered Harlem Wines to the Lindsey’s that Harold personally managed in Atlanta. Jonas was blue-collar, country, and rough around the edges but Mya was drawn to his swagger. He walked to the rhythm of smooth jazz and his smile was sexier than polished platinum.
“It seems we have a standing date for Thursdays.” Jonas extended his hand to say hello.
“I guess I just love the view on Thursdays.” Mya wished she had told him about her fiancé instead of openly flirting.
“I know some views that look pretty good on Saturdays too.” He handed her his card.
“How cute, a delivery guy with a business card,” Mya thought.
She stared at her piece of paper again. The 219 made her reevaluate her life and everything she knew and loved. Anxiety clinched her stomach. She slid the card inside her purse just as Harold walked in.
Cornbread Pimp – Flash Fiction Tuesday
I hope everyone has a happy and blessed Thanksgiving next week!!!
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You Gon' Eat Yo Cornbread...
Every year, for about eight years, we’ve tried to find a nice way to tell our baby sister, Darla, that we’re disgusted by her cornbread. If it were good there wouldn’t be an issue but the stuff is so bad that “Can’t Get Right” could have used it for batting practice in the movie Life. Because Daddy told her she made the best cornbread, Darla has been pushing all kinds of concoctions like cornbread pudding and barbecue cornbread down our throats. She thinks she’s Mavis Stewart, Martha Stewart’s lost black cousin, but her cooking is terrible.
“What are you doing?” Darla watched Junie remove a hot pan of cornbread from the oven. I braced for the fallout.
“Making cornbread.”
“You know Daddy likes my cornbread best.”
“Darla, eating your cornbread is like sopping pintos with cardboard. Sorry, but somebody had to tell you.”
“Liar! Let’s see what Daddy says.”
After a few minutes we sat down to eat.
“Daddy, you love cornbread. Try some.”
Daddy had that oh damn look on his face. Without a word, he bit into a piece and his face lit up.
“I’m glad you finally learned to make good cornbread baby girl. Lord knows I didn’t think it would take this long.”
Junie only gloated a little.
Chick Under Construction - ChUC 