“A Dancer Named (Hurricane) Katrina” by Kenny Fame

she danced by herself late one night
as if she moved to       her own     beat
un du la ting techniques    so tight
she danced by herself late one night
powerful movements    who    could fight?
Katrina’s reign / Naw lins’ retreats
she danced by herself late one night
as   if she    m o v e d  to      her   own      beat

Kenny Fame, aka K*Fame, was born and raised in New Jersey and currently is an English Major attending CUNY Medgar Evers College in NYC. He was recently a graduate of Cave Canem’s 2011 Poetry Coversations with Bakar Wilson writing workshop. K*Fame is also the winner of the Tenth Annual Black Writers Conference Poetry Writing Award. He has performed his work at CUNY Medgar Evers College, Daddy’s Basement, Abigails Café & Wine Bar, La Pregunta Arts Cafe, Nuyorican Café, Cave Canem, and Poetry Super Highway live on the radio. Some of his work appeared in Steel Toe Review # 7

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“The Black House” by Kenny Fame

stands alone   on    shaky ground     f r o n t i n’
as (he)   s t r u g g l e s     to get work     done
cryin’     over wars     wagin’     w/ in
(his) own house  that has suddenly become  	   	/ d i v i d e d
                                                            in    yo/yard     cherry-pickin’     dubious
                                                            morsels     of   intelligence     how    s t u p i d
                                                            when      tea-cup (s)     r u n n e t h     over
                                                            		bt
                                                            still folk choose to     form their  own  party
                                                           out on 	    yo/lawn
                                                            beside that   missin’    s a c r e d    Bush/
gonna  take  more  than jus’   a    s p l a s h
of color to    refurbish that    broken down house
		bt
at least     in four short year (s)   (he) be
lieves   (his)  lease will be  up

Kenny Fame is the winner of The Tenth Annual Black Writers Conference Poetry Writing Award. He lives in New York City.

“Uh’ Black ’Omans Crown ( Ode to Zora Neale Hurston)” by Kenny Fame

“yo’ head is so damn nappy”
dat’s whut folk’ youse tuh say
“kitchen’s fo’ homes not fo’ domes
’dose hairs on yo’ head ’spose  tuh   smoothly   lay”
dat’s whut folk’ youse tuh say
got’s  yo’ nerves tuh’ be judgin’ wid’ dat brown paper bag
“’dose hairs on yo’ head ’spose tuh      smoo  th  ly lay”
why’s yo’ nose so wide?      “ah’s reckon ’stensions of  fam’ly ties”

got’s yo’ nerves tuh’ be judgin’ wid’ dat brown paper bag
de’ whole map of Africa is spread ’cross yo face       “chile’
why’s yo’ nose so wide?”       ah’s reckon ’stensions of fam’ly ties
it’s mo’ obvious den’ duh kinks in uh’ swine’s angry hide

“de’ whole map of Africa is spread ’cross yo face chile’
ah’s kin heah yo’ strands of  Black blood drippin’ outside”
it’s mo’ obvious den’ duh kinks in uh’ swine’s angry hide
ah’s shulda knowed naps offends Blacks

“ah’s kin heah yo’ strands of Black blood drippin’ outside
yo’ head is   so    damn     n a p p y”
ah’s shulda knowed naps offends Blacks
“’dose hairs on yo’ head   ’spose  tuh      s m o o t h l y   lay”

Kenny Fame is the winner of The Tenth Annual Black Writers Conference Poetry Writing Award. He lives in New York City.