Black & Kinky Amongst Brown Waves

July 8, 2017, 3:20 pm
Filed under: Uncategorized

within these walls
(C) 2017 by margaux delotte-bennett

this house
my house
the house I live in
is owned by me
and the bank, of course,
because of a lack of generational wealth
but that is another
for another

this house
my house
is a refuge
a resting place

in the house I live in
there have been gatherings
lamentation and quite a few tears

in here
it is safe to unwind
in here you can just be
within these walls
in here
there is nothing to see
beyond displays of affection
without affectation

this house
my house
it calls to the traveler
share your stories
unpack your heart
lay burdens to rest
as breath enters you again
no longer deflated

this house
my house
the house I live in
is owned by me
it is the definition of a
you see

May 19, 2017, 7:40 pm
Filed under: Uncategorized

there are poems that bounce around as sketches in my mind for years before they are ‘born’. ┬áthis is one of those poems that I have been meaning to write for years, but never did. recently eating a banana at the greyhound station in DC reminded me that this topic needed to be explored poetically…

untitled #05192017
(c) 2017 by margaux delotte-bennett

my brother doesn’t eat bananas
in public
because of racism
because of the constant policing
of black bodies
because that one time someone smiled
too broadly
in his direction the one time he did

think about all the potassium
he has had to forgo

think about all the shame he carries to this day
a grown man relegated like a child

we are so practiced in being the things they tell us we are
denying our humanity
our wants
being the other
sorely needed
to ensure supremacy

now that is only
monkey business
I can see

Napowrimo, 30 of 30
May 6, 2017, 10:45 am
Filed under: Uncategorized

I made it! 30 poems in 36 days! inspiration comes in many forms and carving out time and space for creation is important. I will be sharing some poetry at the end of this month at the 14th and V Busboys & Poets.

(C) 2017 by margaux delotte-bennett

does it bother you that I watch you
tune into you while you work
not to analyze or assess
but to appreciate

I try not to stare
but you entice me
draw my eyes
and my attention
forcing me to note
wherever you are in the room

you flourish under our gaze
seem to bask in the light
black women can’t get enough of you
or so I’ve seen
felt and known
within my own skin

especially when you begin your craft
listening to interpret
and understand

eyes and face
mouth and hands
aligned and engaged
you take the stage
though small
but vital
as you bridge worlds
and ensure

napowripo, 29 of 30
May 2, 2017, 10:56 pm
Filed under: Uncategorized

tonight’s poem was inspired by six word memoirs. ┬áhave you ever written one? they are pretty fun!


six by six
(c) 2017 by margaux delotte-bennett

loving you feels so very easy.

your heart hears me, without fail.

your laughter cleanses. your eyes caress.

i like the me you inspire.

home is found in your arms.

hands held open. ready for love.

napowrimo, 28 of 30
May 2, 2017, 9:30 pm
Filed under: Uncategorized

it bleeds
(c) 2017 by margaux delotte-bennett

when i cut it
it bleeds crimson
fortified & sanguine

when i cut it
my knife snags
rough entry
jagged edge
screaming where resistance

when i cut it
there is order
chopping through
without apology
lacking remorse
determined to sever
& slice

when i cut it
it bleeds

beet greens.

it’s what’s for dinner.

Napowrimo, 27 of 30
May 1, 2017, 10:09 pm
Filed under: Uncategorized

poetry month has ended, but I have a few more piece to write and share…

along the path
(C) 2017 by margaux delotte-bennett

sweating my prayers
is an option
is a choice
is knees bent
in anticipation
of a stretch &/ or jump
up & out of static space

I keep pace with the
drips & drops that
won’t stop leaving

my shell is heaving my spirit
out & through

no longer planted
stillness does not serve me in this life

I must be moved

sweat must lead me
to the divine

napowrimo, 26 of 30
April 26, 2017, 11:51 pm
Filed under: Uncategorized

in auntie’s arms
(c) 2017 by margaux delotte-bennett

years have passed
since you worked to fit you budding frame
neatly into my armpit

it felt like origami
the way you folded and creased
into the side of me

i was at once
auntie and chair
comfort and cushion
the side of your cheek
against my bosom

i intuitively knew how you felt

because I too
had deep sighed myself
into an auntie clutch
an auntie squish
an i don’t quite fit but yet i do
because i love you
and this is space
only you have been saving
for only me