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    Anger Management: A Collection of Urban Poetry
    Anger Management: A Collection of Urban Poetry
    Anger Management: A Collection of Urban Poetry
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    Anger Management: A Collection of Urban Poetry

    By Arose N Daghetto

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    Anger Management: A Collection of Urban Poetry is rebellious poetry at its best. The poems are written without boundaries, exceeding proper language and structure that is expected in the perfect poem. It is a book of poetry that can best be enjoyed by the brave and unbiased reader.

    The book delivers all the twists and drama that can be found in a typical romance novel. Fantasy and reality collide. Morals are stirred in the pot of hells kitchen as raw emotion bubbles over into words of life, religion, love and passion.

    The author re?ects on the impact hip hop and pop culture have on todays society, especially those who are African American. In some poems, different characters of people come into play. Th ere are poems spoken in the voice of ex cons and video vixens, lost church members and crooked pastors, liquor store prophets and ancient Romeos, the angry black woman and the black woman in heat. All this and more can be found in this poetry book ?lled with endless possibilities.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAuthorHouse
    Release dateSep 27, 2011
    ISBN9781463405359
    Anger Management: A Collection of Urban Poetry
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    Arose N Daghetto

    Arose N Daghetto was born and raised in Providence, Rhode Island. She is the youngest of five children. Her performing arts journey began at a very young age. At age nine, she became a classical violinist for her school orchestra for several years. About a year later, Arose wrote her first series of “kiddie skits” about the daily happenings in the schoolyard. Her teacher was so impressed by her works that she granted Arose and her friends some free time in the day to read her short plays to the class. At age 17, Arose’s play, “Let My People Free!” was selected among four winning plays for the annual George Huston Bass Play-rites Festival at Brown University. The play was based on one slave’s radical plight to flee his master’s plantation while taking as many slaves as possible along with him. Arose worked under her dramaturge for the play, former actress and Providence resident, Sylvia Ann Soars, who worked alongside Esther Rolle, Lou Gossett Jr. and many other headlining celebrities during the 1970’s. Ms. Soars also appeared on several shows during the era, including the hit show “Good Times’. Arose’s play earned her a place at Brown University’s theatrical history by being the youngest winner ever to win the contest and have a play performed at the Ivy League University. Arose received high praises from the artistic directors of the theater department, which included former Artistic Director Elmo Terry Morgan and Karen Baxter and Marsha Z. West, a prominent Artistic Director for an Off- Broadway multicultural theater in New York City. In addition, Arose also received accolades from other local college professors and high school teachers, the Providence School Board of Education, former city mayor (Vincent Cianci), local newspapers, radio and cable access shows. Arose holds a Bachelor of Arts degree in Communications. She also has done some post-graduate work in Professional Communications in Worcester, Massachusetts. Some of her poetry was featured a few anthologies through the International House of Poetry and Nobel House. Her short story, “Rendezvous with Poverty” received an honorable mention through the My African Diaspora organization and was featured among an international collection of other upcoming writers entitled, Bloodlines: Tales from the African Diaspora. Arose N Daghetto continues her enduring love for the literary arts through her Facebook fan page, “Literature Voodoo” which consists of some of her work and others from across the globe, including Africa, Brazil and the Caribbean. She is also on a passionate mission to breathe positive life into the negative images of African-American women through her blog site called The Black Women Are Beautiful Theory. In her blog, Arose reveals the sensitivities of Black women psychologically and emotionally while debunking the age-long myths that’s plagued their beauty for hundreds of years. You can read more of Arose N Daghetto and her work at Facebook.com/arosendaghetto, Twitter.com/arosendaghetto and http://blackisbeautifultheory.wordpress.com/

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      Anger Management - Arose N Daghetto

      © 2011 Arose N Daghetto. All rights reserved.

      No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

      First published by AuthorHouse 9/21/2011

      ISBN: 978-1-4343-8645-8 (sc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4634-0534-2 (hc)

      ISBN: 978-1-4634-0535-9 (e)

      Library of Congress Control Number: 2011906939

      Printed in the United States of America

      Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Thinkstock are models,

      and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

      Certain stock imagery © Thinkstock.

      Because of the dynamic nature of the Internet, any web addresses or links contained in this book may have changed since publication and may no longer be valid. The views expressed in this work are solely those of the author and do not necessarily reflect the views of the publisher, and the publisher hereby disclaims any responsibility for them.

      Contents

      WORD OF THANKS AND ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

      RESURRECTION

      Life

      AN EX CON’S JUBILEE

      THE LIONESS

      GHETTO GIRL LOST

      THE UNSUNG HERO’S BLUES

      A LETTER FROM DEATH ROW

      BLACK GIRL, INTERRUPTED

      AFTER THE HURRICANE

      THE PRINCESS’S LAST CALL

      YOU OWE ME

      STRING BEAN

      BIG MAMA’S BLUES

      COLLARD GREENS AND RUSTY WATER

      MY MARY JANES

      BE FREE

      YOUR WORST ENEMY

      DO OR DIE

      LEST WE FORGET

      WITH THESE TEARS

      BIRTH OF A LEGEND

      CHASING THE HABIT

      TOKEN BLACK

      DEPENDENCE SUCKS!

      VÉU COMPLETO (FULL VEIL)

      THE ABYSS

      SIMPLE

      I GIVE

      NO APOLOGIES

      SHOOTIN’ THE BREEZE

      INTIMACY

      STEREOTYPE

      SPITTING VERSES (AGAINST THE BRICK WALL)

      Religion

      A LETTER TO THE SHEEP

      ODE TO THE PROPHET

      THE JILTED BRIDE

      TEARS OF AN ANGEL

      HAIL TO THE QUEEN

      AFRICAN BLUE

      TONIGHT

      DELILAH’S RAPTURE

      ANTHONY AND CLEOPATRA

      THE HOUSE THAT CHURCH MONEY BUILT

      A REBEL WITH A CAUSE

      THE CHOSEN ONES

      ORDER MY STEPS

      LET’S PLAY CHURCH

      PRELUDE TO MIDLIFE

      THE ONE

      Love

      MY PRAYER

      THE STROKE OF MIDNIGHT

      TEACH ME

      THOUGHTS OF GOLD

      A LETTER FROM OTHELLO’S PAST

      LADY MISERY

      ODE TO THE BLACK WOMAN

      FOR THE BROTHERS (WITH LOVE)

      A VOICE IN THE WIND

      PLAYA OF THE YEAR

      HOLDING MY HAND

      TELL ME A BEDTIME STORY

      MISSING

      INTEGRATION

      HOW TO MAKE LOVE TO THE SOUL

      BRAIDING HIS HAIR

      A DAMSEL IN DISTRESS

      A BALLAD FOR A YESTERDAY THUG

      MY DESIRE

      YOU AND ME (WITH NO HOOCHIES IN BETWEEN)

      THE BLUEST BROWN EYES

      Passion

      VOODOO

      BETWEEN MY THIGHS

      SEXY SAXOPHONE PLAYER

      TRUTH AND CONSEQUENCES

      VIDEO GIRL

      I AM

      THE LONELY VASE

      TOUCH ME THERE (I WANT YOU TO)

      TASTING YOUR LIPS

      URBAN JULIETTE

      PRETTY BOY

      MELON

      EXOTIC DANCER

      MY FAVORITE PUPPET

      SUPER FLY HIGH

      MY BUBBLE BATH

      TALL DARK AND LYRICAL

      ONE MORE ‘GAIN

      Epilogue

      S.O.U.L.

      WORD OF THANKS AND ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

      To God, I couldn’t have written this or any of my other works without your grace and favor guiding me along the way. I still wrestle with You and Your people, but hopefully I can let go of the past so that we can have a close relationship again.

      A big THANK YOU to Uncle Sonny and Aunt Sarah for your support and investment in my book. Without you, this book would still be an unread manuscript taking up space on my computer. I appreciate your help so very much.

      To my niece Vanessa Jones… Thank you for taking my pictures when I know you had better things to do. Thanks for the encouraging words.

      To Jonathan Burnett II…. Thank you for your enduring friendship. You are dearly appreciated and loved. You will always have my support in all your endeavors.

      Thank you Authorhouse for giving me this opportunity of independently be a published author. Hopefully the days of having my writings published in random book anthologies where my work is lost in a sea of other upcoming writers is over.

      My dove, my undefiled is but one; she is the only one of her mother, she is the choice one of her that bare her. The daughters saw her; yea, the queens and the concubines, they praised her.

      -Song of Solomon 5:9

      RESURRECTION

      She hangs high in the air on a rugged cross

      Overlooking the streets she’s walked

      Upon her head are a crown of thorns

      Underneath the violet skies

      Hours slipped away with the sun

      A heavy downpour is unleashed

      Washing away dry trails of bloody tears

      That stained her war-torn face

      Hail thrummed like heavy metal

      On top of her head

      Slashing her face without mercy

      She cried at the thunder and lightening

      Black shadows encompassed her

      With a frightening dance of death

      People screamed as they ran for shelter

      Her eyes closed to embrace the inevitable

      A bolt of lightning struck the cross

      Sending her plummeting into the earth.

      Her body hit the muddy ground

      Rattled with breath crushing trauma

      She stumbled through the winds

      And some brave casualties

      Who never found shelter from the storm

      She saw the aftermath on the horizon

      She walked away from the cross

      As a woman who cheated death

      Her feet fearlessly rapped against the dirt

      Hurdling over blankets of corpses.

      With tongues of fire she lifts her head

      Removing her crown of thorns

      She thrusts a bloody fist into the air

      With all eyes on her she speaks to the nation…

      Life

      People say, Love makes the world go ‘round. I say people make the world go ‘round. After all, they are the reason why we have this thing called Karma…

      AN EX CON’S JUBILEE

      Segregation may have bound me

      But stimulation is what found me

      Saying to these boundaries

      I refuse to be your victim.

      Selah may be the biblical

      But payola is the critical

      Bottom line to the hypocritical

      I refuse to be your victim.

      Voices may have my intellect

      Claiming this debt mine to collect

      I’m telling you I’m innocent!

      I refuse to be your victim.

      Wage a war against another league

      Stop taking away the air I breathe!

      Yesterday can no longer stop me!

      I refuse to be your victim.

      If the revolution won’t be televised

      And Gomorrah has been Sodomized

      Only I can preach words that’ll make my dick rise

      To the occasion, yes! I refuse to be your victim!

      This go getter flunked the equity line

      So take my name off the dotted line!

      Every one of you can put my credit on decline!

      I refuse to be your victim.

      Mama’s baby, daddy’s maybe

      This outlaw tramp corrupted another lady

      I got enough love childs to out-bunch the Bradys

      Nevertheless, I refuse to be your victim.

      Take it to the bank or out on the streets

      I’m standing strong on my own two feet!

      Life’s been more bitter than it has been sweet

      Yet I still refuse to be your victim.

      And as I walk on like I got it goin’ on

      I’ll continue to march to the beat of my own song

      Because I know I’m right where I belong

      Yes I’ll keep on keeping on… I refuse to be your victim.

      THE LIONESS

      I am seen as the nation’s enemy

      The Black man’s archenemy

      Women are afraid of me

      Because I have a lot of bite in me

      I can wear people down

      In any argument hands down

      I keep it gangsta when people are around

      And keep it light when people aren’t around

      I roar louder than any man!

      I hiss sharper than any woman!

      I am the biggest, baddest animal alive!

      So endearing and quiet but will eat you alive!

      Some call me the daughter of Shaka Zulu

      ‘Cause I speak the art of war in the tongue of a Zulu

      I am a huntress ready to draw blood at any time

      And a river of tears without failing one time

      I got an inner city jungle living inside of me

      Eager to break out this cage detaining inner city me

      I hail as the world’s most wanted man eater

      Sedition is the bait that brings out the man eater

      All eyes on me as I ascend my inner city throne

      Queen of the jungle I shine before my inner city throne

      Only justice served can tame me into a gentle lioness.

      Abolishing the laws that made me a savage lioness

      GHETTO GIRL LOST

      Pardon me

      While I squeeze by…

      It’ll only take a second.

      Don’t mind me,

      I’m just trying to find my place

      In this society.

      You see,

      There are certain places

      Where I don’t belong

      And other places

      Where I do belong.

      It feels like a game

      of musical chairs…

      I’m walking in circles

      With my heart in my throat

      Waiting for the music to stop

      Because it’s easy to blend in

      But difficult to be ass out

      And there’s nothing worse

      Than being ass out.

      Someone told me,

      If I hang in there

      And keep rolling

      With the punches

      Then somehow, someway

      These big ole hips

      Will shimmy its way

      Into the right places…

      So I raised up

      And

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