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Do Not Love Me To Death


Ana Behibek

Love was an early morning breeze drifting through windows and floating through doors
Bed time prayers quietly tucked into princess sheets
Kissing boo boos and bandaging knees
My grandmother diligently kneading biscuit dough to feed the family
Daddy dirty and sweaty sun blackened from a long days work but still taking the time to talk to me
Bowing heads and passing grace around kitchens tables
12 speed bike rides and stoop talks
Bobsleighs and goose downs exchanging wind chill factors
Drifting on an old country swing
Dragging feet through well-beaten sand
Dreams and prosperity
Simplicity captured in vulnerability
Sprinkled with truth and cleansed with clarity
This is love
Ana behibek
Ya tabe kahy
T’estimo
Wo ai ni
Ninapenda wewe
Je t’aime, Je t’adore
Iay ovelay ouyay ikelay
I learned to breathe
Naturally
Don’t think, just do it
Open wide and swallow deep
Then dig a little deeper
For it soothes and holds you over
Comforts motivates and guides your growth
Takes you subtly
Love is like instant chemistry
Because if I could
I would remove the air molecules and leave nothing but love and I touching
Wrapped in the comfort of long gazes and slow kisses
Simply savoring the touch of your skin brushing against mine
In the words of Mrs. Celie, “Love like honey. And now I’s just like a bee.”
Simply attracted
The way we pillow talk
Slow grind off to sleep
Roll over into
The touch, the feel of cotton
Love is the fabric of my life
Slow waking of morning after conversations over breakfast
The long gaze of daydreams of midnight freak me down sessions
The kind of love that Shai fell in when Whitney was giving her all
Love wants to be your tenderoni because your Adidas is bad as hell
Love should feel good
Make you all giddy, happy, and nervous and shit
Butterflies dancing in your stomach
Breathing increasing for no reason
Just the sight of love coming close
Can you say Agape
Because biblically love should feel spiritual
Love is not saying I love you just because it’s become habitual or will get you closer to sliding inside my thighs
Spreading myself so far over and into you that enough is but two syllables with no meaning
Crooked letters on straight lines
Twisted vowels of babbled communication
Screaming, fighting, arguing nor dishonoring
Love me to death but don’t kill me
Love is not mental, physical, emotional, verbal, financial, or spiritual abuse
Be it passive aggressive or subliminal in it’s meaning
Love does not come out swinging
It does not sneak to read text messages, phone bills, emails, Facebook or twitter accounts because you just know that I’m doing something
It is not flirting in front of my face just to make me jealous
Love doesn’t call up your boo thang at three in the morning just because we’ve been arguing
And it doesn’t matter if you actually fucked or just thought about it
The point remains, it was contemplated
See no one ever said that love would be easy
But “Love is patient, Love is kind; it does not envy nor boast for love is not proud”
It is not ego tripping in front of your homies disrespecting me to upgrade you
Doesn’t belittle demean nor degrade
Love is not taking your frustrations out on me because you have anger management problems
I am not your hitting bag
Walk on by but do not stomp on me in the process
Your soles tend to leave heartburn and I’ve learned that love is a verb
It requires action, not words

 
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Posted by on May 30, 2012 in Poetry

 

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This Thing Called HIV


HIV Swine Flu mask

HIV Swine Flu mask (Photo credit: craftivist collective)

My name is Nykieria Chaney and I’m the same age as HIV in the United States, well its discovery any way. It’s only fair that I admit that I am HIV negative, and I say fair because while I may sympathize with those who have a positive status, I could never understand what it truly feels like. Yet… I’ve dedicated my life to this field. Though, it’s not like I really get paid for what I do. You see all of those yets and buts… That is the life I live. The life of an HIV negative woman attempting to join an HIV positive field to prevent new infections. God knows it’s not easy.

I guess my introduction to HIV/AIDS can be described in the same way that people describe their intro to Hip Hop. It was the 1980′s and someone in the family had fallen sick. I was real young but I remember that it was the first time that I saw a hospital bed inside of someone’s house. I remember her here and there before she fell sick but what I remember most is the day that I was ushered into her room to see her. In retrospect, I guess it was because she was close to the end. Entering the room, there was a smell (open sores) that made my stomach turn but they walked me over to her bed. She wasn’t her normal jovial self but she smiled. Her skin had turned very dark and there were sores all over her body. To this day I don’t really know why they took me in that room, it was a lot for a young child to see but with God as my witness, it has stayed with me every since.

That was my intro to HIV/AIDS. Here we are over 20 years later…

I didn’t purposely include HIV messages into my poems and plays but as sure as I am who I am, it is there. Embedded within my work from years ago, you will find messages and mentions of HIV/AIDS in some shape or form. When my father was telling me that no matter what I did, I better not come home pregnant, I was practicing safe sex for a different reason. I was practicing safe sex because I knew that HIV was the greater evil. See the truth was that I was scared to death of HIV. Yes, I know that there are other diseases/illnesses that can bring about your death and surely we are all on a time clock but there was something about HIV that brought death to the here and now. That’s the truth that many people are afraid to admit. Yes, there is the fear of stigma, medications, life changes, and all that other stuff but most people are afraid of HIV because it makes them think of death. & YES I am fully educated in HIV but the truth of the matter is… You can’t give me diabetes/cancer/lupus/etc etc… but you can give me HIV. That is what people are afraid of. That is what the big deal is about.

So I entered a field that is highly stigmatized. It has been very hard getting people to work on productions about HIV. Then again, maybe it’s me. I am very specific about the type of people I will allow to work in my productions. It’s not about acting experience or skill. I only work with individuals that are dedicated to the cause.  If you’re only looking to lengthen your portfolio then I usually send you on your way. After all, what is do is Educational Theater. That means that I create to teach/inform, entertainment is just the vehicle to get this done. But I have to admit… Each show we are asked the same question no matter where we perform; “How many of you are HIV positive”… Yep, that’s what they want to know. It’s hard for them to imagine a group of HIV negative people going around telling people they’re HIV positive in a production. Sometimes it’s hard for the audience to differentiate fact from fiction. They think my male character is really on the down low (trust, he’s not). My cast has had family/friends call them and straight out ask them if they’re HIV positive or not. My entire cast/crew is HIV negative. I remember one evening my aunt called me with a very serious tone, “Kiera (my nickname), I know you like writing and everything but this is something else… Are you, you know, do you have HIV”… I laughed for quite some time because I wondered how long it was going to take for someone in my family to come straight out and ask me.

I’ve been applying for work with HIV organizations for quite some time now. Mostly i’m lead to dead ends. One interviewer told me that I was skilled enough to have my own organization… Does that mean that I can’t work for yours, or, are you afraid that I may want your position? I don’t. So why am I so determined to work within the HIV/AIDS field? Yeah, that’s the question that everyone wants to know. I can go politically correct and tell you that I want to work in this field because of its devastating effect on the African American Community or how I have lost countless friends/relatives/friends of friends to this disease. Both of those things are true but mostly, I want to work within this field because I have a little brother, a niece, and a nephew that I love with ever fiber of my being and I want them to be able to grow up without the fear of becoming HIV positive. I want them to be able to play and make the mistakes that children do without doing something that ends up changing their entire life. African American children now account for more than 60% of all pediatric HIV cases and because of medications these children are living full/healthy normal adult lives. Think about how that can affect teenagers.

At the end of the day, God has Blessed me with the gift of Creativity and this is where I feel I  belong.

 
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Posted by on May 28, 2012 in Uncategorized

 

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Hello Up There


Dear God,

……… (you know the rest)

Sincerely,

No name required

PS. Can you please……

 
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Posted by on April 19, 2012 in Uncategorized

 
 
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