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 Shawntaye Scott
            

              Shawntaye, is a writer from north of Pittsburgh. While in college, she was an editor-in-chief of the campus s Literary Magazine. She edited the magazine for three years which always produced well-received issues. Currently I am a Research Associate for the University of Pittsburgh Medical Center.
 
I constantly work to improve my craft and I gain inspiration to write from everyday interpersonal interactions and living. My work has been published on the e-zines Holler, The Writers Crib, Subjective Substance, Now and Forever, Nubian Mindz, MagNetique, Timbooktu, Confused In A Deeper Way, The Soul of Pittsburgh, The Underground Window, The Noyse Magazine, Sage of Consciousness, You Make It Beautiful and the Canadian E-Zines Poetry Stop and 3 Cup Morning. I published a poem in the Summer 2005 and Winter 2006 issue of Stanford University s Black Arts Quarterly newspaper. I contributed a biography on Mildred D. Taylor to the Greenwood Encyclopedia of African American Women Writers [Two Volumes], a reference work that will be published by Greenwood Press in 2007. I also contributed a biography in An Encyclopedia of African American Literature, published by Greenwood Press in 2005. I ve also been included in the Forthright Poetry Compilation, Our Truth and The Lion Speaks: An Anthology for Hurricane Katrina, both, which are available on
www.amazon.com. have a short story entitled Fighting Strife Through Nature published on  You may contact Shawntaye at mariot6110@hotmail.com

                           
 
        
Garrulous Mindset
 
We ve been fettered for many centuries,
Forced to relinquish our various cultures;
Our auras, our sprits, our pheromones,
Everything invisible to the naked eye,
But realizing beneath our sliced flesh,
We may be dying but we won t forget.
 
We, the dark opprobriums of this planet,
Snatched up from our native homelands
By presumptuous, angelic, savage beasts
Will never truly be destroyed; for we are
The mothers and fathers of all humanity,
We will always be the original Adam & Eve. 
 
 
They Love To See Your Face
  
They throw it and splatter it everywhere,
Shamelessly glorifying your criminal status,
Across national newspapers front pages,
Along the nightly news television screens,
Inserted into various Internet news articles.
They love to slaughter and see you like this
as they bash, exploit and murder your image.
 
My brothers from the African diaspora,
My brothers from the Latino diaspora,
My brothers from the Arabic diaspora,
Do you understand the underlying idea
behind this consistent racial exploitation?
Everyday your facial and ethnic features
are the purported faces of evil and crime.
 
First my people who are darker than blue
Were used as scapegoats for centuries here.
Now the position is currently being shared;
The second largest minority group catches it
And any man of Arabic descent is suspicious
Because my brothers of color are regarded as
Murderers, illegal, drug dealers and terrorists.
 
When crimes happen, they love naming you,
Suspect is a Black man, Hispanic man, he is
an Arab man which anymore means terrorist,
but when it s a white man, race doesn t matter.
Pay attention to the news and see it for yourself. 
This racist pattern has been repeated in history 
My brothers please stand up, lead and be strong.
 
 

          Mudslide (dedicated to the Katrina victims)
          
          Infected mud slides against our skin
          As everything we own and love sinks,
          Including our friends, animals & kin,
          Floating away mercilessly into water.
          
          This land of the free used nature
          As a forced, physical mechanism 
          To demolish our being and culture
          Because we're shaded like earth's soil.
          
          They had a secret agenda in place
          While using God's name in vain,
          Stating it was his will to rid the land
          Of the evil heathens darker than blue.
          
          Our lives, our beings, our souls
          Meant nothing, were worth nothing,
          They let us drown, die and suffer,
          Laughing inside at our lives' expense.
          
          The varied hues of black and brown
          Are equated with anything devilish,
          Problems due to our presence there were
          Necessary to be washed away forever.
          
          Sewage, personal belongings and bodies
          Colored the gushing floodwaters brown,
          Matching the skin tones of my people,
          Suffering as tortured, helpless prisoners.
          
          Mudslides of various kinds slid against us
          Illuminating the harsh reality we face,
          It took Katrina for the world to realize
          W're not considered American citizens.
           
 
 
 
          Cypress Whispers
      
          The gray columns reflect
          The cypress's shadow
          Of misery and angst
          Upon its sunlit marble.
          
          Pleasant memories haunt
          The tree's tainted bark
          Of brutal injustices done
          Beneath its atmosphere.
          
          Unforgotten spirits swim
          Around the cypress's trunk
          Validating the soft murmurs
          Of the cypress's whispers.
 
 
 
 
          Heavenly Glisten
          
          The delicate wings in my hands
          Blow in a southerly direction
          Leading my body to direct
          My feet to pace downward.
          The gusty wind blows again
          Disturbing my jaded mind
          Forcing tears from my eyes
          To evaporate on my face.
          The teardrops then manifest
          Magically changing into wings
          Flying into the atmosphere
          Lifting my spirit from below.
        
 
  
  
 

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