Portrait of the Artist as a Young Girl Woman - Age 27 My boy Solomon called me his "little Assata." "When I met you I thought you were Muslim; you always wear long skirts?" At the time we met, my appearance and attitude led to more than a few comments like that. Frankly, it was [...]
Author: darlene anita scott
...yeah, the one you met the other day in the grocery store. She made you wanna say something to her. You did. And now you can’t remember her name. But that wasn’t really the important part of the meeting anyway.
I'm an excellent tryer and dedicated if not so-so runner. I’m probably too old to still play on the monkey bars. But I do. Maybe too young to groove to Sam Cooke. But I listen to him. I'm powered by plants, a pacemaker, and anything creative.
I like making collages, making up my mind and sticking to it, and making up recipes; almost anything by James Baldwin; almost anything with black beans in it; and probably more than is healthy for the average human: I like alone time and homemade popcorn—not necessarily together.
I daydream constantly. I write poetry and prose. Sometimes I teach it to people. Sometimes I read or recite it to people. And even less often I publish it.
I could be more tolerant of overpriced grapes, people who drive with parking lights on, and deafening car stereos.
I like to laugh but don’t do it as often as I should. Some people think I'm shy. Some think I'm a mute. I'm happy to be here and try to make the most of it.
moss
Portrait of the Artist as a Young Girl Woman - Age 26 moss... (because sometimes you need somewhere to rest between the rock and the hard place). moss was my first (and last) chapbook, an effort to launch my "writing" career. I was fresh out of graduate school and idealistic about the writerly life that [...]
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The Vine
Portrait of the Artist as a Young Girl Woman - Age 25 There comes a time when age really is nothing but a number; when you're just a description like "too young" or "grown." But at 25 it really is a distinct number. That age can be one of those in-between times--not quite too young [...]
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Writers Anonymous
Portrait of the Artist as a Young Girl - Age 23 political (p-lt-kl) - of or relating to your views about social relationships involving authority or power Naming The act of naming is political; that is, how we choose to call things, ideas, and people is a reflection of how we perceive ourselves in relation [...]
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Doing It Like I’m Doing It for TV
Portrait of the Artist as a Young Girl Woman - Age 24 Cameras have never been my thing. For years, I didn't even know how to smile. Seriously. I would practice in the mirror but whatever I practiced never came out that way in my photos. When I was in the third grade my mom [...]
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Church Girl
Portrait of the Artist as a Young Girl - Age 22 Yesterday I headed to the grocery store in hopes of getting cheap eggs; otherwise, I avoided shopping areas at all costs. Because the next day was going to be Easter. Time for Peeps, pantyhose, shoes, and Easter ham. At sunrise, I was on the [...]
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So Much T’ings To Say
Portrait of the Artist as a Young Girl - Age 21 Vaginas in the oatmeal?! I enrolled in Dr. Gayles' Images of Women in the Media in the spring of my junior year in college. She told me that if I looked closely enough at the Quaker oats advertisement I would see the outline of [...]
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Invictus
Portrait of the Artist as a Young Girl - Age 20 "I am Sheeee-Rahhh, Queen of the Universe!" Laysha's long legs stepped out of the line of us and struck warrior pose. Courtney, a Decatur-where-it's-greater native, stepped out of the line to pop and drop in a tootsie roll every time her name was called. [...]
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The Cipher
Portrait of the Artist as a Young Woman - Age 19 I joined the AUC (Atlanta University Center) Poets' Society in the first semester of my freshman year. Ryan, the guy I was digging at the time, walked me to Trevor Arnett Hall on his campus, Clark Atlanta University, for my first reading rehearsal. It [...]
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If “if” was a fifth, we’d all be drunk.
Portrait of the Artist as a Young Girl - Age 17 I borrow my title from the archives of my big sister, Denise (bka Niecy). And from my own archives, a poem from the artist at 17. If only I wasn’t a drama queen. If only I had realized he wasn’t the beginning and ending [...]
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