Black & Kinky Amongst Brown Waves

poem of the week: we warrior healers
February 12, 2013, 4:40 pm
Filed under: self love, women

we warrior healers…
© 2013 by margaux delotte-bennett

we have hands
forged like iron
burned and hammered into a grip
that does not yield

our lips spit fierce justice
and unquenchable fire
for tongues burdened with truth
are seldom light

when the only choices are
to be whole
or die
we can only step up and out of now
boldly into a tomorrow we made worth
every bit of today’s fight
to survive.


poem of the week: my liberated muse
November 22, 2011, 10:05 pm
Filed under: self love, self reflection

i found this poem on the back of another poem…

my liberated muse
© 2010 by margaux delotte-bennett

spiraling towards indefinable perfection
felt in the base of my womb
open to birthing all that is supposed to move through me
this day
this way

out of this shell
chipped from tripping
falling towards
a tomorrow unafraid to shine bright
wholly connected
to the me
I’m supposed to be
without the fear true individuality

can the fully realized me,
soft and pulsing with possibility,
make it out there
truly free?

yes, liberated one.

lots to be thankful for!
October 12, 2011, 12:38 am
Filed under: self love, self reflection

i am currently celebrating my 36th year on this planet… for the next month! there is so much i am thankful for and i have created this list to remind me of the bounty that is my life:

36 things I am thankful for/ proud of (in no particular order):

  1. Two loving parents that I can shower with gifts
  2. A self published poetry book, and one on the way
  3. Poems published in 5 collections/ anthologies/ magazines
  4. A blog that I update weekly with new poetry
  5. Performances over the years in the Smithsonian Castle, Studio Theater, Lincoln Theater, Arena Stage, WOW Café Theatre, etc.
  6. 3 successful runs of my one woman show
  7. A social work license (moving up a level soon)
  8. A BA in political science and broadcast journalism, American University
  9. DJ and newscaster at WVAU, American University
  10. A MSW degree, Gallaudet University
  11. The ability to communicate in American Sign Language
  12. A job that I love and perform well at Sasha Bruce Youthwork
  13. Was able to get grant money renewed/ expanded
  14. A well used passport
  15. Friends that love me dearly
  16. A house that has everything that I originally wanted
  17. I have known true love
  18. Past and present membership in creative tribes (Sol y Soul, The Saartjie Project, Guerilla Poets’ Insurgency, Subdrift, etc)
  19. Savings in the bank
  20. Interned in India
  21. Created a volunteer service experience in South Africa
  22. Art teacher at St Christopher’s Shelter, South Africa
  23. Visited Australia when I was 20
  24. Freeing my tongue from fear, all of me is coming out
  25. Connection with my body and the dance found within
  26. Taking time for vacations
  27. Taking time for me
  28. Bronx Science Debate & Speech Team president
  29. Planning Auntie’s funeral and wrapping up her earthly affairs
  30. 10 years of volunteer service to Calvary Women’s Shelter
  31. Working with the women of the Young Women’s Drumming Empowerment Project
  32. Writing songs that express my truth
  33. Culinary creativity
  34. Wyoming Trek participants as a 13 year old Girl Scout
  35. Camp DeWolfe counselor
  36. College fashionista with the Polyester Liberation Organization
and  a poem that has been resisting the light…

what I’m learning

© 2011 by margaux delotte-bennett

big heart in need of shelter

shelter from the rain

not shelter as in prison

but shelter as in come in

dry off

let me get you some tea

time for party games

whiling away the hours

am I ready to commit?

I am ready to commit?

but am I, I am…


scores of doors can open for a

big heart pumping bright

the love deserved

is the love served fully

given fully

wider than imagination

broader than the big heart in need of shelter

shelter from the rain



come again


big heart pump

push out of this chest

holding on to what was

what could have been

what will never be

me and mine


purpose in time as it passes

giving passage to


creating space for



concern for all of the 4 chambers

working synchronistically

working in turn



for me and mine

do I want to possess?

I want to possess?

but I do, do I…


going and knowing

new way of seeing

the old way of being

getting ready to

openly ask for


poem of the week: open/ ready
June 21, 2011, 10:43 pm
Filed under: self love, self reflection


i feel like i have been meditating a lot on ‘longing’ and what it means in my life and in my body. as i write and share these pieces, i hope it frees up space to fully appreciate what i do have.  ultimately that  is my wish for me and for you!

© 2011 by margaux delotte-bennett

my arms are open
ready to be filled
filled by 2 or more bodies
in need of comfort
in need of arms open

my arms have been full
of books
and bags
groceries and flags
all manner and assortment of

but not bodies
bodies that know their place
can see their names etched
just below the surface
reserving their sacred space
in these arms
that are open
always open
and ready




napowrimo challenge: 25 of 30
April 25, 2011, 8:52 pm
Filed under: mental health, self love

untitled #42511
(c) 2011 by margaux delotte-bennett

where do you put them?
all those lies that you are fed about your worth?
the questions about why you are here,
your value and your purpose?
where do you put the belief that you are anything less than golden?

how do you stand tall
under the burden of being

why do you rise from bed
when everything is trying to
convince you to stay put
under the covers

who pushes you forward
when everyone
everything seems to
conspire to hold you back?

i hope the answer is you.

napowrimo challenge: 23 of 30
April 24, 2011, 9:42 pm
Filed under: family, love, self love

“[we] know that we must live what we preach, [we must] embody in our habits of being the liberation we lay claim to for our collective body politic.” bell hooks, Salvation: Black People and Love

habit forming
© 2011 by margaux delotte-bennett

I am in the habit of expecting people to try harder and surpass their best
we have no time for mere trying
lives hang in the balance when we inch forward instead of leap
others are just being held to the standard I hold myself to

succeed, exceed, proceed
towards a tomorrow that is brighter than today
all seeds planted by a mother who was not supposed to have well adjusted children because of her limited resources and means of support
she did not know this

and neither did I

liberation has never been out of my grasp
I freely live a life that I define and redefine at whim
and in moments of doubt
when I question my power and my will
the bell tolls and hooks into my fear
while urging me on

loving me…
November 10, 2010, 12:36 am
Filed under: love, self love, self reflection
This week there are 2 performances that i am participating in.

One at Gala Theater on Wednesday night

(Walk with Me Art Happening: )

and the other is on Saturday afternoon

(An Afternoon with Four Women: ).

As i perform out in the community, i also need to make sure that i am creating space for self care. This week’s poem is a reminder…

how to love a black woman © 2008 by margaux delotte-bennett

do you know how to love a black woman?

how to make her feel in control

with her hands behind her back

strong though all her lips are quivering

how to let her know that it is always her choice

to need you or not

feed you or not

concede to you being right


can you look into her eyes and be honest

even when it’s scary

allow her to weave you back together

when you’re already on the mend?

submit to her from above?

do you know how to love a black woman?

how to shower her with praise

just short of sounding obsessive

how to free her as you grip her tightly

around her face



waist or thighs

do you know how she sounds

when she’s angry, tired or sad

because you stayed by her side

while giving her room to vent, sit or simply be…

holding and honoring the space she’s in

without rushing out, over, or through the emotions

did you know that you needed to know how to love a black woman

because truly loving her, is like loving no one else…