*Composes self.* *Clears throat.*
This girl won a writing contest! I don’t think I’ve ever won a contest in my life, but I won one for writing! How awesome is that? Talk about confidence booster. I’ve been on a high ever since.
I entered the contest via my favorite way to procrastinate, Scribophile. It’s a critiquing website full of a bunch of smarties and wonderful people who share a love for writing. There’s some intense talent floating around the site, so I’m shocked to have even placed. I won cash and karma. Karma is what the site thrives on. It’s how I’m able to post chapters of my WIP and get feedback.
My poem Freedom Be Like A Mother placed second! It’s an epilogue of sorts for another poem I wrote and will be published come February in the Quarterday Review called Tabitha’s Babies. Both poems are a little dark. They center on the life of a young slave, Rowena, who tries her best to keep she and her children safe. I have a friend who has decided that it will be a movie and cast herself in a role already. Who knows, maybe she’s onto something.
I can’t wait to share Tabitha’s Babies. I’m working on finding a place that will publish Freedom Be Like A Mother so that I can share that soon as well. Post a snippet? No I can’t… Well if you insist.
From Freedom Be Like A Mother :
They be big now,
‘bout as high as my waist
with hair that chases itself ‘round and ‘round
skin yellow like the moon, sun-kissed cheeks
and Big Massa Adam’s eyes.
From Tabitha’s Babies:
Yesterday at the river I seen my mama.
Skin like the crust of a fresh-baked pecan pie.
Hair hidin’ under a rag.
Death in her eyes.
Or maybe that be me?
Too sad? I’ll be back with more music ASAP! Thanks for letting me brag!