#BackseatPoetry March 2016 [Part 1] | Monet Black

Screen Shot 2016-03-01 at 7.59.10 PM.pngWelcome to this month’s #BackseatPoetry feature with poet Monet Black of Dallas, Texas. Check out the interview below. She talked what made her start writing poetry, her favorite topic to write on, thoughts on spoken word, and much more.

How long have you been writing poetry?

“I’ve been writing since I was 13 years old. I saw an episode of “Lyric Cafe,” which was a spoken series on BET at the time & fell in love. My mom then bought me “A Rose That Grew From Concrete” by Tupac and [I] fell in love.”

What would you say inspires you the most to write?

“Life inspires me the most because it’s sick and twisted, yet beautiful in the same instant. And I am the exact same way.” 

What’s your favorite topic to write on? What makes it important to you?

“My favorite topic by far is love and my love for women. Love is important to me, because it’s something we all so desperately need.”

Do you prefer to write over doing spoken word?

“I prefer writing because whatever I say goes. Spoken word, as fulfilling as it may be, has it’s guidelines.”

What’s one thing you want readers to take away from your writing?

“I want them to take away a piece of who I am. I leave my heart in my poetry and I want everyone to feel me.”

Where can we find more of your writing?

“I have a blog theghostwhowrites.tumblr.com. I’m also workin on a book titled “Brown Sugar: An Ode To Her” that I’m looking to release in early April.”

Today we’ll be sharing her piece titled, “To My Soul Child.” Be sure to stay tuned here throughout the month for more.

“To My Soul Child”

I remember you…
you came to me in pieces 
and I was subjected subconsciously,
to put you back together
so I set sail, to explore you in depth
with no effort
I paraded, back & forth throughout your mind
in hopes of figuring you out one thought at a time
and to my surprise,
you were more displaced than I had initially imagined
And I know, it had to hurt
to have someone travel your regions,
regions you forgot existed 
I would fathom,
that it’s reminiscent to opening the wounds of Jesus
 
and see me, I only wanted to lay hands
and perhaps provide a healing
but who knew,
while going the distance to discover you,
I would in return discover me too?
cause I found me, 
amongst your scattered puzzle pieces 
cause I was all the kings horses,
and all the kings men you needed
to help you,
help me,
help us,
put us back together again
and now I see,
that without you I cant see
cause I remember 
that colorful day when I looked into you
with blinded eyes and saw the truth
and I aint been the same since
cause ever since
I been scheming & plotting how I can fall inside of you

 

Stay tuned for Part 2 with Monet Black.

–S’B

 

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