Writing In the Moment

The writing process is not easy, sometimes you will see writers write in blogs about the process being "painful", "awakening", or even "combative".  There is a lot of fighting with self and trying to get a grasp on the audience that you so want to please.  But how can we get to writing in the moment? Taking the time to breath and see that each thought that enters our mind that is more than just basic instint could led to getting us where we want to be as writers; finished.  We writers want to get whatever it is hid up inside us out and finish what we seek to resolve.  I write for this purpose but also to heal, to help me get to a place of ultimate contentment.  Being at peace with your words is for a writer, the begining of a new relationship.  Our words can stand the test of time and can make an imprint more lasting than one made in sand.  So I seek to write in the moment, get those words out that need to be said, take my voice and expound to degrees beyond what I imagine by letting creativity be my guide to getting to the core of my imagination.  Check for the release of my book to finally be available for release in May 2013.  I took last year to revise and reflect...stay tune

Unexpected Victim

An Ode to Trayvon; The Legacy of Black Boys
Written By Rebekah A. Frimpong

"The Unexpected Victim"; the title on my epitaph
They said I was young Black and "dangerous"?
Unexpected victim; my dreams were not respected
They say: "Black boys don't dream, they die young"  
but I saw my visions true and my steps towards a legacy were not yet written
I tell them: " my mother knew I'd be something and my dad was proud "
labeled an unexpected victim, I had fear in my eyes
at that moment I did think he would pull the trigger
to him I was just another nigger (his words not mine)  
a word older than my mind
They say: "Black boys don't know love"
I felt like the world did not let me love it
Judged for breathing, I saw my fate play out
like a headline on the news
Slain Black kid; No Weapon No Hope
Did he even see me? I mean see my light, my gift?
I am human, I am some one's son, I am not a statistic
Black boy blues
Black boy true
unexpected victim: shot by the bullets of racism
sketched chalk outlines are the last memories my mother and father have of me
Yes, us Black boys we hurt too
The world pretends our pain is not real
Black tears, Black fears
no one cares
the reality that I could be you and you could be me
does not sink in...
An American tragedy but this is America's legacy
hanging Black boys, imprisoning Black boys, shooting Black boys
from my grave I speak as a child ghost
 I am Trayvon Martin; The Unexpected Victim

Love is a Movement

Gone Too Soon
By Rebekah Frimpong


It was the darkest night 
heard the news and was in such a fright 
my heart fell apart
where do I start
to find the words to describe your light 


I guess I found love in the beat in your music
A melody that set me free
allowing me to write words of this love movement
my pen hits the paper your spirit making it glide
I wonder will this pain subside
God why do you take the good so soon?


I want to go to the ocean ride the waves 
look up and have a conversation with God
where to water meets the sky the sun just over the horizon
hoping to meet you again one day
the love you filled the universe with
will be reflected back in the smiles of those you affected


This is the song in my heart you inspired
Gone too soon...

RIP Tracy GM James and Randy Ponzio


Gone too soon... 

Words of Wisdom

I hope one day write a poem from these words:

"You should never be too busy to care, too scared to speak, too dumb to love, or too worried about what others say"-Rebekah Frimpong

Open Mic Testimonies

So last week I started hosting my first Open Mic series in Brooklyn NY.  The experience was amazing and the poets came out and shared great pieces.  I am hoping to expand the crowd and the spread the love as the series continues tomorrow.  I got a chance to share one of my favorite poems and I even dabbled a bit as a DJ.  If you are in the Brooklyn area come by and check us out!

Email bgnbpro@gmail.com to sign-up to peform.

Under Construction

Sometimes, there are poems that seem to be fragmented or undone but are still worth sharing...  

Photo By Rebekah A. Frimpong

Pieces of Me
-By Rebekah A. Frimpong


My bare feet pressed against the ground
I could feel the earth at my toes
the rays of the sun light on my back
I ran all the way home
not noticing my feet were bare
I wanted to hurry and catch a glimpse of him
see my love one last time before he departed
hold him tight kissing slightly behind his ear
we had been lovers for two years


Each season we would count the days until the leaves would turn
he made me feel priceless
Never had to worry for anything
my heart was whole and full of joy
our love was fragile and new but I thought it could last


Little did I know this would be our last embrace
the last day our lips would touch, our fingers intertwine, or I gaze into his eyes
He wanted out and said he wanted nothing more to do with me
He was ready to throw down my heart
watch tears coat my cheeks and my love drown in misery 
I stood still hearing him explain his reasoning:
"you are too perfect like a red rose without thorns, I cannot be happy knowing I am the one going to make you bleed"


For I did not know he was hiding a dangerous secret
a vicious lie that would break me into tiny pieces fragmented like broken glass


I was left an empty shell, he played a deadly game 
ripping my soul apart from my spirit 
an inhumane act of justice

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