Monday, 26 October 2009

Rhyme and Reason by Kat Francois

Zupakat Productions present the 2nd edition of Rhyme & Reason by Kat Francois.

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Just £6 plus £2 post and packing to UK (overseas, please email for shipping cost)

Kat Fran├žois

RHYME & REASON is Kat’s first published collection of poetry.

Having become the first person in the UK to win a televised slam in 2004, she became World Slam Poetry Champion a year later.

She is currently starring in the BBC educational programme BIG SLAM, and features on BBC radio, including Radio 4’s BESPOKEN WORD.

Her love for words extends beyond poetry, and her play SEVEN TIMES ME received critical acclaim at Edinburgh and Adelaide Fringe Festivals. Her latest work, RAISING LAZARUS, a play based on the true story of her relative joining the British West Indies Regiment in the First World War, received its debut at Theatre Royal Stratford East, London in 2009.

Kat’s poetry and playwriting have seen her perform throughout Europe, as well as Canada, Australia and India.

Kat has 20 years of experience working with children as a mentor, personal and social care educator, as well as teaching poetry and drama to children and adults.

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I was 12 when we first met

You spotted mum and me in the street.

Jumped in the back of your blue Ford

She told me you were my father.

I shyly said hello,

There were some similarities

You had teeny mouse ears just like mine

Our skin colourings matched, dark chocolate.

But I dreamt you would be taller

With a handsome movie star face

Dazzling pearly teeth

And manicured nails.

I dreamt you’d have a deep man voice,

a warm enveloping laugh.

I dreamt that when we met you would hug me

And shower me with love and long lost apologies.

But that did not happen

You were ordinary

You could have been anyone’s father

I made a mental note to ask mum if she was sure.

I took sneaky looks at you

Through the rear view mirror

You smiled

I did not smile back.


Thick concentric rings

regally sit on top of Nubian heads

each strand, defiant

in the face of continued

rejection and mutilation.

Each coil an antenna

creating a direct link to the heavens

channeling special blessings

which whisper affirmations

of self pride

and eternal beauty,

so all little black girls who have

naps, afros or braids

know they are special

regardless of the images of perfection

shoved down their young throats.

Their mothers are not at war with them

but eagerly accept their natural glory

lovingly wash, caress, stroke and comb

until intricate designs

passed down through generations

criss cross shiny scalps,

enhancing thick lips, wide noses

and complimenting an array of brown hues.

They learn they are worthy regardless of the length,

texture of hair or shade of skin.

Negative words bounce off sturdy backs

for they possess an armour

which enables them to see and feel beauty

where many only see and feel ugly

causing them to stride around

with super heroine confidence.

They walk as tall and proud as warriors

and do not care if their locks

fail to blow in the wind

nor do they feel inadequate when white girls

or straight haired sisters preen by.

They do not spend hours

dying, straightening, transforming

placing jumpers or towels on heads

so they too can flick endlessly.

They do not grow into women who do not allow men

to massage their aching scalps, sensually

missing out on important, male, female intimacy.

They are not the kind of women

who try and maintain exact sexual positions

which do not cause weaves

or wigs to be disturbed.

Neither are they afraid of rain

but graciously welcome

the cool liquid which sustains life.

Thick concentric rings

regally sit on top of grown Nubian heads

each strand

defiant in the face

of continued rejection and mutilation.

These women banish

false images of attraction

shoved down the throats

of daughters, nieces, aunts,

mothers and grandmothers

turn their back on Eurocentric ideals

which prove wholeheartedly unattainable

and wholeheartedly accept themselves.

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