2013 is the Year of the Woman

DC Women's Theatre Group Presents:

 

Year of the Woman, Seasons of Sisterhood

 

  

 

 

As the newest member of the DC Women's Theatre Group, I would like to invite you to our launch event this season! The production is called Year of the Woman, an original series begining with the first production "Seasons of Sisterhood". I would love for you to come out and support us!!

When: May 11, 2013,

Time: 7:30 PM

Where: The Festival Center at 1640 Columbia Rd. NW,

Washington DC 20009

Cost: $10.00

You can buy your tickets at the door, or email YOTW@Yahoo.com to rsvp seats.

 

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The three enemies are as follows:

Confusion

Desire

Hate

When we master these, we will be better masters of ourselves.

Confusion rears its ugly head when emotions hold us captive and we become confused over the proper or most appropriate path to take – thus giving way to the other two enemies Desire and Hate. Confusion can be a byproduct of Desire and Hate. When what we Desire does not come into fruition, we become Confused (for failure to keep a logical mind put off track by emotion), and this can provide the perfect environment in which Hate will thrive. When all three are present within us, we are only shells of ourselves, and thus attaining a fragment of our true success and higher purpose.

Keeping these thoughts foremost, I feel lighter.

Queen

Burning Bushes Show on WLVS Radio - The Live Mixtape

Poet B. Lee performs alongside Him Downstrz,  J. Reed, Digaveli and more on The Live Mixtape edition of the Burning Bushes Radio on WLVS Radio Show on 5/4/2012.

The Burning Bushes Radio Show - Live Mixtape 5/4/2012

Poet B. Lee Features at Curls, Coils and Conversation: Busboys and Poets DC

Check out Poet B. Lee's performance at 'Curls, Coils and Conversation' May 5, 2012.

http://www.ustream.tv/recorded/22381354

Last Year

 

I have memories made from lessons already learned

So my Freedom’s freedom was fought hard for and earned

When I was struggling…

When I was going through a hard time…

When it was so obvious to everyone except for me

I leaned on you; I thought that I could rely on you

But you showed me that I had no reason to

Who knew you would be my Enemy?

Burned by weak bitches masquerading as friends to me

Revealed vulnerabilities to ones who said they would be here for me – shield for me

Stand on the line – her sword she’d wield for me, but

I don’t miss her- I miss what she was supposed to represent

You wondered why they’d talk about you

I wondered why they talked about you

But then it became clear that you were the problem

You were the problem that you could not understand

All these problems with other people, pretending to know not how to solve them

When you were nucleus at the heart of all of your issues revolving

No wonder you are a product of ill thought

Tongue laden with double entendres with your bi-polar heart

So glad ways we did part

So I left you in last year

And I shed not one tear

I just picked up my pencil and erased you

I erased you because I refuse to chase your friendship

And I know you wonder

God tells me of how you wonder about me

Rummaging through an electronic version of life

Trying to gain glimpses of my rebirth into my birth right

Misinterpreting revelations and hoping someone has remembered You

Wanting so desperately for something to be about you

Emotionally needy,

Sitting over there seething

but pretending to be completely…

Content

I looked into your eyes, and could tell something wasn’t right

You would hide behind verses then go and do the most devilish of deeds in the night

I judge not ; sweetheart do what makes you happy

But know that every seed you sow will burst from the earth aptly--

prepared to return to you all the trifles you have laid bare

I hope you grow

But time has showed me that growth is a choice

And those in denial remain stunted until catapulted into it

If every they get to it – and through it

Age and wisdom are not automatically equated

I am just glad that I decided to walk away from the shaded

Fake and jaded friend that you were

I am sure that you are wreaking havoc in someone else’s life’

Talking about everyone to everyone

Painting deep pictures to cover your shallow depths

But I have laid the childish things to rest

Which is why I left you

In last year

Poet B. Lee Copyright © 2012. All Rights Reserved.

Breaking Bread: Feast of Hearts

I fear that I may be left with my doors askew


Dont ask about hours of operation

I wont mention the elation

from the deliberation resulting in exaultation

from the way we communicate



If I were to reach out every time he walked across my mind

untying ribbons upon my sturdy oak trees

White, yellow pink

Blown across a sky that refueses to be blue

So I will let it be purple, with pink hues

before I return to an Orange moon

Hoping he sees me as I am

Heart on sleeve

Lock and key

Would I be... desired

In presence or essence, thought of so intently

that memories of me have you smelling the remnants

of my Queendom in your nostrils

despite days between



His company desired, hopin one day he will return

the Love I thrust with no Lust

Only open honesty

hoping one day someone will fall for me

when it be

between Myself and my Weakness

That is Him



I need what I should not, and I often

want what does not reciprocate

the same way I demonstrate

But I will give with no expectation

because I do so from my heart

Truth hurts and hard times on this slice of pie

but that in itself is life- no earthly thing can vanquish this light

Given me from Jah- always go farTo let those that are in my heart know

no one can play their part

and I will part

pages with words divided by lines that come between us

until we are

united in hapiness and laughter

breaking bread uponn tables

that are no longer turning...



Brandy "Poet B. Lee" Facey Copyright © 2011 All Rights Reserved.

Dreaming Meanings

We dream and we dream, of all these things

But what do they really mean?

I often wonder if I have created a Utopia

A place and person in mind

That has the time and can find

All the pieces of me

So I sit back and Sing

What does it mean

What does it all mean?

I am a Queen

A Goddess- even in the wake of my troubles

Regardless

I just want someone to harness

And return this love that I bring

That I deliver

Gives your mind heart soul, and leg quivers

Giving new meaning to the Middle

Is it any wonder that I am so strong

Because Life has been hard

And so has Love

And though I try to continue to rise above

I still am left by myself, my own arms provide my hugs

And outside I will shrug

And continue to keep it moving

Only few know about my real bruising

And I will continue to send these garden variety niggaz cruisin’

Who want to be propriety

Even though they living up to the stereo types of society

So I expect them all to lie to me

And these days I will not care

I have no more strength to fight battles that are unfair

Uneven- and unjust

We all fight with lust

But will it give the strength needed for us to eventually be …

Us?

Damaged egos, broken hearts and hallowed souls

I just want to be had, and to hold

Onto a love that is just mind

Promising over time

Not to grow cold

As we get old

I don’t have no time to waste

And I will often choose to back away

And save face

Then to be entered into another fake as race

For first place

When I am number one

So I ask, I ask

Yes- I ask myself

What does it all mean

I still wonder if I have created a Utopia that wont be seen

Am I a person that is will be someone’s favorite place,

ever on their mind

That will willing want to take the time and can find

All the pieces of me

So I can stop wondering

What it all means…

What it all means…



Brandy “Poet B. Lee” Facey

Copyright © 2011. All Rights Reserved

Head and Heart Strings

Twiddle thump and riddle

Dancing between here and reality’s sinew

Give much, but receive little

Heart strings plucked like a fiddle

Sucked and fucked my love with no spittle

Until you reach the diamond in the middle

Of tightly crossed thighs…



Lonely sighs is where they reside

And I ride

I ride thought patterns like waves in LA

Cant Light Save for this Day-

No we won’t roll back no clocks

Time keeps ticking on with the tock

While they stand on the block of Ignorance

This aint happenstance

And This is my chance

To receive the blessings the Lord has stowed away

Just for me

For me to keep- speak my piece

Gain some peace and a good night’s sleep



And we play

Play this game

We

Twiddle thump and riddle

Touch and fiddle thoughts

Till we both grow hot

And then maybe tired

Of what we are not

Swindle stump piddle and hump your head

Until you think of me between hard times

Reading me between lines

Before you read me between sheets

upon a King sized bed

Hearts will lead heads

Until heads lead hearts

To what it is we ought

To Love.



Brandy “Poet B. Lee” Facey

Copyright © 2011. All Rights Reserved

No, thank you. I'll Fall Back...

Good Day Good People!

Recently I was shown by a friend just what that term means in relation to me. I am an open, and honest person, and sometimes I am left wondering if it is to my chagrin. It’s important to have good folks and supportive folks in your corner, and I do my best to put these types of people around me, and that energy is based upon our interactions. Needless to say, it’s annoying when someone that indicates they consider you friend, and vice versa, but all actions display everything but. With that said, today is a New Day, and thus the beginning of the ‘Fall Back’.

What kind of energy do I exude? Is there something offensive in my energy?

The answer: No. I am a unique woman, and the fact of the matter is, everyone cannot exist in the opulent space and energy that I provide. I take pride in owning my confidence, grace, how I feel, who I am, and how I connect with people. The mere fact that I have so many blessings and a fierce talent (yet to be recognized on a grander scale) is testimony to the gifts I have been given.

Through my journey in attempting to establish myself as a Poet, I have made attempts that have been unable to bear fruit. I would love to have artist/poet friends to run ideas across, talk to, and be inspired by, but I try not to let my frustrations hamper my intentions or my progress on this road, and am glad to say that I have come this far.

So, beginning today, I will no longer hold on to people who have already let me go. To share my existence is a gift, and not everybody is worthy. Don’t crowd my crown. I got shit to do.

--Poet B. Lee

Dichotomy of 'We'

I'm tired of this dichotomy


Everything is always because of Me

Its time I set myself free of these bonds

I'm bout to be On

And its all because you wasn't straight with me

I just wanna be everything I was meant to be

But I feel like you're holding me back

As a matter of fact

I can admit that it ain't even all You

I won't do what you do

I won't put it all on you

And act like some of it wasn't me, too...

But its clear to me you wanna be free

Which once again brings me to our dichotomy...



You try and make it seem

As though you didn't contribute to these things

I can't say that I set out to hurt you deliberately

Its more like a 'by way of' kinda thing

That got us hurting

Maybe these growin' pains ain't so 'what's up'

Cuz after it all I feel like I lost my Real love

Even when I had never let go

But its apparent you got some seeds to sow

So imma continue to go

On with my life

So unfair it seems when we go through these things

But we often fail to realize what all this really means

Which once again brings me back to our dichotomy...



Its funny how you want me to forget and live like yesterday never happened

And now I'm lookin at the handful of straws I been graspin

Now I'm askin

Was it all worth it anyway?

No matter the years and tears

Still couldn't get you to stay

Or even slightly sway

To see things from my perspective

Your resolve don't sway

But I now understand that you gonna Do and Be you

I'm just wonderin how our lines got confused

Whole time we so different that the ointment used to circumvent the acknowledgment has been bent to be misconstrued even after all that you do

You still talkin big "I's" and little "You's"

No matter how you try to inadvertently confuse, me

I'm Queen~

But still see the difference in which things are viewed

Part of me doesn't know what to do

But the larger part does

Can't continue to hark on what once was

All in the name of love

And, basically it all does

Boil down to a conscious you just don't seem to have about "Us"

So, illlogically

I've given you all of me

And there is no way to take back that part of me

But, obviously-

It matters not anymore

So go on you fuckin Whore

And when you wantin more

You won't be able to come back to me

No longer do I remember "we"

And its all about the dichotomy

Of our different views...



Brandy “Poetryee Queen” aka “Poet B. Lee” Facey Copyright © 2011 All Rights Reserved.

The Other Significant

Reciprocated, demonstrated and never inflated

A passionate Love consummated

Even better than words whispered thickly that deliver leg shakes

Body quakes

In the way you stare into my face

While you fill that space



I want to taste my love in your thrust

And trust that you are ready for this rush

That’s about to be Us

Love and not lust

Just Love

Reciprocated, demonstrated and never inflated

Beauty multiplied becoming antiquated

The kind you’d never forsake it

I’ve been through some trials

So through the storms on the horizon

No worry- we’ll make it

As long as you can show me

A Love

Reciprocated, demonstrated and never inflated

Respected even when faded

Open and honest without dancin between lines faded

Nourishing enough to keep your stomach sated

And your desires tethered to this Lady

Kind and sweet to wanna see me deliver your babies

Cuz life’s crazy

And I wonder if you’ve thought about this lately

But I need you

To make me feel, Love

…that’s…

Reciprocated, demonstrated and never inflated

Just Mine.



Brandy “Poetryee Queen” aka “Poet B. Lee” Facey Copyright © 2011 All Rights Reserved.

Conversations

The naked curiousity of the way we would relate

got me tryna keep my shit straight

I'm tryna keep things on the right plane

until you ready to consume what's on this plate

quick kisses make my lips swell and legs quake

unable to contain the thought,

I can't lie and say I'm not tryna meet your Rock

forever afraid that I won't be able to control this if it were to evolve into more than a thought

its not my fault that you think my stroll is a strut with a fuck walk

but all in all, I'm tryna just talk

the goods are the bomb- we'd be so gone

but at the beginning is where we gotta start

Our energies are what make the sky blue and the moon shine in the dark

but you seeming real intent on getting my legs to part

so I'm telling you now to just stop

entry into my femininity is not the way to my heart

but, Yeah, I feel good

just like everything you touch, you make good like southern food

gotta stand back and give you your due

but I am sure the women who don't leap at the sight of you are few

I understand you to be an awesome dude

but I'm just tryna give you food...

for thought

But I see you would rather eat me instead

flaterry doesnt matter to me

and no I won't let you just put in the head

I'm tryna get in your head

 

instead of the bed, so

let's

just

Talk.

Brandy "Poetryee Queen" aka "Poet B. Lee" Facey  Copyright © 2011   All Rights Reserved.

Dear Absent

two letters...

Dear Absent,



I write this letter to say all the things that will never fall upon your ears
For while you lie in death I live in truth despite shed tears
All these years
I want to thank you for your absence
because it has healed me in ways
your presence never could

For all the times I wanted you here, you chose to be there and everywhere else than with your seeds
Until the choice was no longer yours
So you were sent to do state chores for the penitentiary
Meanwhile I grew roots to the earth, and sprouted a few leaves
While you were on extended leave
And in your absence
I didn't bother replacing the idea of a father-
Forgot all about ya-- all for me
The replacement God sent
Set the stone of a throne for a Queen like me
N' was so much better
than you were ever destined to be
Even still when you were set free
Deported to your home
Across the sea


You didn't send a letter, a post card to me
But when you fully reaped what you failed to sow
A couple years later down the road
Only then would you dare to begin
To write a letter
neatly constructed yet fortified with falsified love sent
And oh, poor you
You were nearly destitute
Before the thought crossed your mind to reach out for you youth
Stretching wavering foreign arms out across lands
Attempting to beg favors from your estranged daughters' hands
Your tones fell on strangers ears, for we know not this man
And-


Besides, I was only 14
But this you never knew
Because every time I spoke with you,
You once again had forgotten...
...how old I was...


so Years later
I got word that you had been shot
I knew I should, but I just could-not
feel sadness


You can say my cold heart is Madness
but I was dealt a father than was manless
Whose had at least six chances
to get this Father thing right
But that's alright
Cuz I sleep tight
While I think at night...
while you lie in death, I live in truth
I want to again say thank- you
For your absence because it has healed me in ways...
Your presence never could...
Dear Absent,

I write this letter to say all the things that will never truly fall upon your ears
For while you live a lie, I thrive in truth despite my outs and ins
And realizing the fear of
Of life without a close friend
So
I want to thank you for your absence because it has humbled me in ways your presence never would


Always wanting to attach you to my hip
But Girl
I never could get a firm grip
On who you really were
Or are


Sometimes I wonder if you even know
Cuz Its unbelievable how far one can go
To create fantasy they can eventually fancifully believe


I really wanted you in my life, but you continuously lied to me
Often by omission or the simplest things
Telling me this friendship was important to you
Cuz It was of actual importance to me
But when I call it how I see
It seems you only deal with people when it comfortably fits your needs
So I got tired of being your lawn bag
To store your troubled leaves
That continuously blossom from your *poor choice seeds*
That you sprinkle round liberally
I want to be there to help
But its your own demons that have dealt
your hand
I hope you play it right
I pray you're smart enough to see the light
Impossible to take flight from your plight
Running from your lessons that will return blessing
When you try to run from Life
Don't want to find you devoid of family and friends
But its hard for us to remain
Sitting idly by as you treat the ones who love you with disdain
I'm sure you will come back to the middle again


But till then
To my chagrin
This door's revolution must come to an end
And I'll say again


That while you live a lie,
I thrive in truth
And despite my outs and ins
This chapter's at its end
Dear friend
And I want to thank you for your absence because it has humbled me in ways your presence never would


Dear Absent...
I write this letter to say all the things that are not worthy enough to fall upon your ears
For while you devour lifes pleasures
death I consume truth despite shed tears
All these years
I want to thank you for your absence because it has healed me in ways your presence never could...

Brandy "Poetryee Queen" Facey  Copyright © 2011   All Rights Reserved.

Winding Down

Dusking eve frolics

Playfully into warm nights
I hold my breath
to exhale in your arms

Days of rustling thru
Traffic
People
And people-traffic
Can't wait to get back
To bask in
Your smile
The rolling jovial energy
That emits from your chair
From across the room
I miss your raking gaze
on my body

Brandy "Poetryee Queen" Facey  Copyright © 2011   All Rights Reserved.

Prayer Freestyle: 5/12/11

Father

Thank you for this day

Another day I wake

To this earth

I don't quake

For what its worth

For, You

Set value

to

Everything

I am

And I am glad that I

Am something

Because if I were nothing

I would still least be Your child

 

 

Queen Poetess B Copyright 2011 © All Rights Reserved.

A Moment to Haiku: 5/13/11

Actions speak volumes

Words misinterpreted; Your

Body language Loud

 

 

 

 

Brandy "Poetryee Queen" Facey  Copyright © 2011   All Rights Reserved.

Mind Traffic

Drop
Beep
Drop
Beep
My life is poetry
As I stand upon the street
Under grey skies

The rain
Drops
The cars
Beep
Drowning out
Discomfort
That creeps
To the

Drop
Beep
Drop
Beep

While cumulonimbus clouds
Congregate to
Secrete
Mundane thwarts
To carefully wielded blows
While
Secretive actions
Create a faction
Of dissatisfaction
On a mission
Trailed behind
Lies by omission

Not blind-ed by
Diversions' Division
Escape to become
immersed in
The

Rain Drops
And the car Beeps
They Drop
They Beep

Mundane thwarts
To carefully wielded blows
Action betrayed thoughts
Returning
Smiles in meager amounts
Drown
Down
Into the

Rain drops
and car beeps
The grey sky for me weeps
For lest we speak
To defeat
Unrest
Put to the test
Only to lay to rest
The contest

Instead
I'm met with

Mundane thwarts
To carefully wielded blows
While
Secretive actions
Create a faction
Of dissatisfaction
On a mission
Trailing behind
Lies by omission

Drop
Beep
Drop
Beep

My life is poetry
As I stand upon the street
Under grey skies

The rain
Drops
My heart beats
Between the
Rain drops
And
Car beeps

Desperation for the correct
Conversation
To be had
But can't be
No matter how
carefully thought
The wielded blow

It shall
Meet again with
In the battlefield
Shielding itself by

Mundane thwarts
To carefully wielded blows
While
Secretive actions
Create a faction
Of dissatisfaction
On a mission
Trailing behind
Lies by omission

My life is poetry
Falling in every
Drop
Echoed in every
Beep
Under grey skies
As I stand upon the street

While I wish
My sky
Would just
Stop falling...

Brandy "Poetryee Queen" Facey  Copyright © 2011   All Rights Reserved.

The Wash

Lather

...Rinse

Repeat...

Lather thoughts clean

Rinse heart heavy beats

Disappointment widens the scope

I just don't like the

Re dun dan cy

Of

Lather

Rinse

Repeat

Lathered thoughts

Lush and thick

Unroot the dirt

Massage a bit

Rinse,

Hope,

Rinse,

Hope,

Rinse...

Is it clean?

Gotta be

But here comes the

Re dun dan cy...

Lather

...Rinse

Repeat...

Lathered filth reclaim and resoil

Omission turmoil

Rinsed with disappointment

Extricate and relate

Make content discontent abate

I must escape

The cycle that has taken shape

Less we...

Lather

...Rinse

Repeat...

 

Queen Poetess B Copyright 2011 © All Rights Reserved.

A Minute or Two To Haiku: 4/19/11

man seeks to control

woman when he does not choose

to control himself

Brandy "Poetryee Queen" Facey  

Copyright 2011© All Rights Reserved.

A Minute or Two to Haiku: 4/19/11

Life has obstacles

but we often fail to see

Ourselves in our way

Brandy "Poetryee Queen" Facey  

Copyright 2011© All Rights Reserved.