The Wind Tells

Her Story-By Rebekah A. Frimpong

She was free
searching for answers in the mysteries


She was young
waiting for age to heal her rancid wounds


She was courageous
not scared to love knowing the consequences


She opened her brown eyes
saw a vision of her future unfolding before her


She covered her head with a veil
hoping to mask her beauty so her mind would be acknowledged


She gave her heart to him
she gave her whole being for a chance to live forever
because she wanted more
more than what blows in the wind
the passion and vitality within the movement of water


She longed to be strong and powerful 
like the energy that connects people together when words are not spoken


She knew all too well how the fable would end
but she wanted to tell her own story


She wrote on walls with her nails
scratching and carving out a way with blood and tears


She was like a little girl waiting for a father's embrace
alone with nothing but her dreams


She drew in the dark
silhouettes embracing and old memories


She accepted her fate; a sentence of loneliness 
She raise her head to the sun and knew she understands nothing. 

Hard Lessons

Lessons Learned-By Rebekah A. Frimpong


Falling and seeking
new feeling 
ready for love
and embracing change
this is the first step towards happiness.


Hard lessons I have learned along the way
traveling down a road of unknown places
faces seeming like mine and mouths closed shut
I hear my heart beating.

I am waiting for love
needing a space to be free
following footprints in the sand
an ocean of healing
each wave of emotion is like life
ever changing
accepting me


Self exploration
discovering my flaws
sharing my beauty
lessons in self love
lessons in losing love
lessons in gaining love
these are the lessons learned

Reflection Internal

The Journey   

By Rebekah A. Frimpong

We grasps stars filling our fists with beams of light

our dreams reached beyond borders

we met in tears and blood and sweat

liquid for life vital knowledge shared in conversation

our hearts were free and open

walking in each other shoes 

the path was narrow that we traveled together

holding hands we saw the sun reflecting off lakes and oceans

we had arrived; destination peace

Love in the City

I usually don't write love poems, because I cannot define what love is in just one word or two words, and so on.  Love is so different for everyone that is can be anything.  I can love my friend, my community, or my mother.  Love can be shared between two individuals in an intimate way.  But the most important love is self love; loving one's self enough to care, respect, and learn from other individuals.  The love of thy self is ultimately the key to loving others unconditionally.

Day One (excerpt)

By Rebekah Frimpong

This was Day One: The Awakening

My mirror's reflection was empty as I stood before it

All of me gone..taken by a god-like creature claiming to be peace

Yet starting a war in my belly that brought forth loneliness

Making me a victim to a lost cause; Love

Poetry Reflection

Poetry in the City


As a poet living in New York inspiration often comes to you in the most weird places and circumstances...whether you are rushing through crowds of people, watching a homeless person beg for money or food, listening to people speaking louder than usual saying the most fowl things, or trying to skip over a big glob of spit. 










Poem:
This city can inspire you.  
There is no place like New York...chasing my aspirations 
like a lost thought this is real the last to love and first fall 
seen it all in tiny spaces disguised as mansions
this is New York not a spoiled fruit gathering bites from an unassuming by stander 
who urgently needs a release.

Photo of the Day

Original Photography art by Rebekah A. Frimpong inspired by her poetry and upcoming book.

Footprints in the Sand

Poem of the Day

A New Declaration
By Rebekah A. Frimpong


Dear Mr. Obama, 

Thanks for the news on Osama 

but when will you start addressing the ills of the communities here in the US?

We play games with other nations, steal resources, declare wars...

but when will we clean up our own house?

Our land...before it is too late

I am asking the right questions; are you?

Yes, I am a revolutionary

because I want change

seek change to resolve and find resolutions

I understand the meaning of words and their power...

let us draw lines in the sand and declare victory

when all kids in the US get a good free education

when college tution rates don't put scholars in debt

when jobs are plenty and food not scarce

I am tired; aren't you?

Constantly shocked with news of terrorism, earthquakes, and wars

I fear my babies not yet born are crying tears for the dead in my womb

those suffering biting their nails and ripping out their hair hoping for a sign of good fatih

Mr. President Obama...I don't blame you

just hold you to a different standard

though you may be commander and chief 

to the world and to many Americans you are a black man and nothing more

so speak for black men

challenge our youth to understand the meaning of freedom and its costs

take the words from the constiution that was used to wrap nooses around the necks of black men for years

and paint a new picture

Make change something that is popular and not taboo

I question you in peace

nothing in my heart hates you instead my heart is wanting to beat

like a drum 

music to the ears of the youth

vibrating pulsing up spines and causing movement

this is a declaration of a movement

we stand in ignorance ready to point fingers

pull triggers and call each other niggas

Mr. Obama may I plead with you?

State a new address a call to educate, empower, and love

this fire can only be exstinguished with the opposite of hate 

Sunsets

My Relations to the Sun is more than poetry...it is a feeling and the book will be filled with artwork, photography, and poetry.

Missing Mom

My Birthday

By Rebekah Frimpong

This day memories of you spill over like hot tea being poured in a cup

your voice like ocean waves crashing into shore

I miss the sound

I thought of you

on this special day

a begininng of a clearing

a renewal of life

hibernating bud blossom and new eyes open

this day I remember you

warm thoughts cozy as a fire place

teddy bears and gum drops

sweet innocence of childhood

though I blow out candles this day awaken to unseen years

memories of you are more clear

this day; my birthday, I miss you mom and I wish you were here

I would tell you so much share so many things

thank you for your sacrifice

for loving me and giving me life

happy birthday

Coffee and Kisses

Bittersweet

By Rebekah A. Frimpong

In the morning he would wake me with coffee and kisses

brown ebony back broad shoulders skin satin

eyes deep cool refreshing

he was a blessing

so real not a dream

my days were filled with memories of joy

he keep me guessing

telling me love was like a river ever flowing

one day he got on one knee and revealed his heart

words from his lips coated my skin like the sun

his heartbeat made my spine move 

we were one two souls gathered

friends brought together

I sipped from his cup without hesitation

the wind would always bring him back to me

he stayed hidden in between the pages

papers soaked with tears

love never ignited left to exhaust

weary I kept hoping that my mornings

nights and days be filled up

like the cup of coffee he use to bring each morning

now mourning

finding him again not possible

no other him could be he

he completed me and my sentences

warm embraces

left me cold no where to think

yet coffee and kisses

what I miss the most

sweetness and bitterness

love turn to hate

twisted soulmates

we conversated over coffee and kisses

lay between the sheets in irony of our union

he stopped speaking and I stopped listening

drifting away he passed by

our glances never meeting

our lips pressed tightly keeping truth in

he said no apologies I felt misled

sweetness and bitterness

sweetness and bitterness

bitterness

bitterness

bitter

sweet

(c) 2011 Rebekah A. Frimpong