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The Home of Hakm's B-Side e-alter ego...his auxiliary brain or external hard drive...

If you happen to be in the Racine, WI area in mid-July…. 

If you happen to be in the Racine, WI area in mid-July…. 

My crew at Spoken Word Camp at Santa Fe School for the Arts & Sciences this summer. Poetry by Merit, Sina, Alicia, Nicholas & Annie (College Teaching Assistant) below. I MISS YOU GUYS!

Merit http://youtu.be/jIG8fzz25Yo

Sina http://youtu.be/XgpTaR1tsfU

Alicia http://youtu.be/fY7ea8GBQmg

Annie http://youtu.be/0h0doOHRQm4

Nicholas http://youtu.be/klrh-qMvq9w

And check out the team’s Ekphrastic Poetry Video too! They picked the pics and they poemed the poems.

http://youtu.be/hXngq5G0tRU

My crew at Spoken Word Camp at Santa Fe School for the Arts & Sciences this summer. Poetry by Merit, Sina, Alicia, Nicholas & Annie (College Teaching Assistant) below. I MISS YOU GUYS!

Merit http://youtu.be/jIG8fzz25Yo

Sina http://youtu.be/XgpTaR1tsfU

Alicia http://youtu.be/fY7ea8GBQmg

Annie http://youtu.be/0h0doOHRQm4

Nicholas http://youtu.be/klrh-qMvq9w

And check out the team’s Ekphrastic Poetry Video too! They picked the pics and they poemed the poems.

http://youtu.be/hXngq5G0tRU

New event added to my schedule. You won’t find this under the “What’s Next?” tab. I get to introduce my sister Jessica Helen Lopez, who gets to interview Jimmy Santiago Baca, AND YOU GET TO WATCH IT!

Get your tickets here at www.KiMoTickets.com or call 505.886.1251 to order by phone.

Reserve Seats: Adults-$10 Seniors-$8 Students-$5

Dear Weekly Alibi (and Albuquerque),
There is no such thing as “Best Poet.” But THANK YOU for reminding me that I am not a “fad.” I love you 4X too!

Truly yours,
Hakim Bellamy
P.S. HUGE thanks to all of you who thought it was worth your time to log in, full your ballot with at least 20 things that make our city awesome, and actually include me.
P.S.S. Mad love to Levi the Poet, Zachary Kluckman and every other poet in this city as well! WE make this a cool place to be a poet.
Read the results of the Best of Burque 2013 Readers’ Poll.

Dear Weekly Alibi (and Albuquerque),


There is no such thing as “Best Poet.” But THANK YOU for reminding me that I am not a “fad.” I love you 4X too!

Truly yours,

Hakim Bellamy


P.S. HUGE thanks to all of you who thought it was worth your time to log in, full your ballot with at least 20 things that make our city awesome, and actually include me.

P.S.S. Mad love to Levi the Poet, Zachary Kluckman and every other poet in this city as well! WE make this a cool place to be a poet.

Read the results of the Best of Burque 2013 Readers’ Poll.

Send your teenager to Bernalillo County’s Two-Day Digital Workshop. It costs nothing, and could be worth their future. No pressure. More details and updates at http://www.bernco.gov/KRS or @urbanverbs on Twitter.

Send your teenager to Bernalillo County’s Two-Day Digital Workshop. It costs nothing, and could be worth their future. No pressure. More details and updates at http://www.bernco.gov/KRS or @urbanverbs on Twitter.

It is a distinct honor to represent the city I now call “HOME” in my hometown paper! Humbled, that a readership of 70,000 in the Philadelphia/South Jersey area is proud of how I serve community 2,000 miles away. Thank you Kim Mulford, the City of Albuquerque, my parents, the Albuquerque Poet Laureate Program, and the Courier Post! Read the article here. 

It is a distinct honor to represent the city I now call “HOME” in my hometown paper! Humbled, that a readership of 70,000 in the Philadelphia/South Jersey area is proud of how I serve community 2,000 miles away. Thank you Kim Mulford, the City of Albuquerque, my parents, the Albuquerque Poet Laureate Program, and the Courier Post! Read the article here

Work - by hakim bellamy

(Edited via performance at TEDxABQWomen in Albuquerque, NM on December 1st. The full text is below. This poem will be published in my forthcoming book “Swear" by West End Press in March 2013)

WORK

I

There are few things more difficult

than getting lipstick

out of a blue collar

for a few things

we work

work like

lipstick on a blue collar

like three jobs

and the sex

we still can’t afford

to have

like a sex worker

fancy feet fantasies

of strawberry toes

dipped in fondue faces

while we rest

in the heel of society

I will never

let him have my feet

of running

kicking

and standing

instead of lying down

II

That pill

drug skid marks

down my esophagus

after kicking

and screaming

‘cross my tongue

awoke

took my longest finger

out of me

at 6 o’clock

erected it

to twelve

and shoved it past

his sleeping nose

there is nothing sexy

about eye sockets.

when the perpetrator

sleeps over

it’s date rape

whether the patron

paid

or not

III

my arms

are longer than his sentence

rivet strong and smooth

sometimes

for fastening

the maturation of

baby boys

to Maybe Men

other times

for the quickening

of the removal

of his sternum

from my bosom

maybe baby

maybe not

these arms

do not belong to him

they are open

to me

IV

My ankles

were pregnant

with desperate housework

when I collared him

lipstick I did not recognize

perfume I did

but did not blame her for being a victim

did not blame my hands

for refusing to wash

anymore of his fucking shirts

did not blame god

for leaving my daughter’s father

and his patriarchal paycheck

for putting my baby girl

on my back

putting food and shelter

on my shoulders

making my living

off my ass

my brain

cannot be judged by its cover,

my complexion, nor my circumstance

not where I clock in

or clock out

I have a degree

in sociology

and survival

and only one

is coming in handy

V

My daughter

is my body of labor

a woman now

born from my rib

pushed from my pelvis

apple of my Eve

I named her “Eden”

she has nested with serpents

seen me

serve leg, thigh and breast

to a tapeworm society

that cannibalizes its women

she’s seen

my serviceable body parts

removed

used to fill their holes

she’s seen my heart overlooked

cast plate-side

like a gizzard

she’s seen them

eat me

from the inside

out

VI

she barely remembers

my housewife days

of not lifting a finger

to her father

and him

putting himself

where ever he wanted

his fists

as hard as he wanted

and I chose

bait instead of bitch

I chose pussy

instead of prison

because I rather teach her

teach her

that there is dirt

underneath every French manicure

that working girls

get their ass kicked for a living

that’s a choice for some

less of a choice for others

but so is getting your ass kicked

for love

for life

teach her

the difference between sale and sacrifice

is the cost and the price

like the difference between

pay equity and fair wage

teach her the difference between

high risk career

and poor life choices

that either way we have rights

even when they put their palms

over our voices

I taught her that

I’d rather give the street

what her father repeatedly took

even pride

what she learned from me

is the value of her body

for better or for worse

she learned not to stay for bullshit

like “relationships take work”

work takes work

and work consists

of whatever a body

is obliged to do.

The Hump Day Show with Hakim Bellamy by Inner Child Radio

Listen to internet radio with Inner Child Radio on Blog Talk Radio.
On Wednesday, October 17th I spent a few hours with Inner Child Radio on Blogtalkradio. It was a great time thanks to friend and poet Teresa Gallion. My mom even called in, which made it extra special. We read a few poems, had a whole bunch of last, and me and the host (Bill) realized we went to the same high school in South Jersey. EDGEWOOD! Enjoy…
And thank you to Janet Caldwell!

I Got Your Black. (R.E.S.P.E.C.T.) – by hakim bellamy

(Written on Day 2 of my trip to South Africa…after Soweto)

South Africa has no secrets

That’s

The beautiful thing about it

Nakedness

That spends this amount of time

Under a microscope

Under the microscope of the world

Just looks like skin

Looks just like our skin

That’s the beautiful thing

About it

We are twins

For maternity

For paternity

We are not eternities

Apart

We are Siamese

Only separate

By seconds

And first

By

Who came out

First

By

Who got out

Second

The beautiful thing about it is

Faces

I remember never seeing

But remember

People

That walk like me

In places

I’ve never set foot

In places

I’ve yet to set foot

In places

I’m destined to foot

In place

Of me

We walk

In shared footsteps

Of pasts & futures

We wear

The same bootstraps

Of past abuses

We bear

The same backs

And the beautiful thing about it is

Our bodies

Spell “beautiful”

In different languages

But our bruises match

Our bodies

Scream “family”

In different accents

We are

An entire auction block

Of colonial detachment issues

But our siblings match

And

The beautiful thing about it is

Our music still sounds the same

From Jersey

To Jozi

It all still sounds

Like freedom

From relic retail chains

That made lunch counters

A name brand

To Woolworth flagships in Johannesburg

That up until

Not too long ago

Still sold the same damn thing

Our freedom still tastes the same

Still tastes like rice

With every meal

Still tastes like

A million and one things

Our people

Can make with cornmeal

And the beautiful thing is

We are still hungry for the same thing

We be

Drinking liberation

And speaking libations

We be

The kind of love

That only gets stronger with hatred

We KNOW labor

We don’t know “Days Off”

Cause we be no days off

Til oppression takes a mutha fuckin vacation

Took every religion

That came to en-“save”-us

The clinically depressed scriptures

And self-flagellation

Turned suffering and services

Into celebrations

And the beautiful thing is

We are a cooked book

Of recipes

For turning the chips stacked against us

Into plantains

A bake sale

Of Devil’s Pie and crow

We are never for sale

Only for certain

In South Africa

We are NO secret

In America

We are surviving

And the beautiful thing is

Our connection.

Separated by cell,

Ship and submission

Shackled to our diaspora

By a history

That won’t stop hitting is

Shackled to our diaspora

By separate

But equal experiences

Shackled to our diaspora

By shared histories

No matter

Where we’re Black

The beautiful thing is

We want the same thing.


© Hakim Bellamy October 2, 2012 in Johannesburg, South Africa

Click the pic above to go to the Bandcamp and support Bernalillo County Place Matters.
We are in Washington, DC for two days with the Joint Center for Political and Economic Studies doing what people who make a living in the District of Columbia SHOULD always be concerned with…the HEALTH of all Americans.
"We are only as HEALTHY as the least among us." me
I’m honored to be the keynote poet at the Place Matters: National Health Equity Conference “Models of Action, Innovation & Collaboration.” Tonight, DC can join me in a  HEALTHY dosage of poetry tonight at Busboys and Poets (5th & K) with 2x HBO Def Poet Regie Cabico.
Follow our Live Tweet @OurPlaceMatters and @BCPlaceMatters #pnmc2012

Click the pic above to go to the Bandcamp and support Bernalillo County Place Matters.

We are in Washington, DC for two days with the Joint Center for Political and Economic Studies doing what people who make a living in the District of Columbia SHOULD always be concerned with…the HEALTH of all Americans.

"We are only as HEALTHY as the least among us." me

I’m honored to be the keynote poet at the Place Matters: National Health Equity Conference “Models of Action, Innovation & Collaboration.” Tonight, DC can join me in a  HEALTHY dosage of poetry tonight at Busboys and Poets (5th & K) with 2x HBO Def Poet Regie Cabico.

Follow our Live Tweet @OurPlaceMatters and @BCPlaceMatters #pnmc2012