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Black Love American Style

“no”
“oh”
“let me see if I can make you blush”
Marcus barely had time to brace his face
for what he knew was to come
The Beast Lover slapping his face
hard
mugging it into the pillow

muffled pain sounds like passion

for Marcus it was
he hastened to it’s throne
allowing The Beast Lover to pit his every groan
its vicious grip holding him tight
to seedy places in the night far from his perfect home
far from his church

“why do you where this cross?”
The Beast Lover asked him
picking up the gold charm
stabbing it into his neck

“don’t”
Marcus said
shaking The Beast Lover from his head
refusing to smile but indeed blushing

“you like it”

“I don’t”
“just do it so I can go”
“we’ve been here for hours playing games”

“you know why I call you a bitch?”
The Beast Lover asked him
pinning him to the bed
looking at him suspiciously
“yes.”
“You don’t”

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The Beast Lover rose from the bed
grabbed his weed pipe
a lighter and took a long drag
“it is not because you take so well to the bottom”
“you frolic around like a woman
picking daisies in the field!”
The Beast Lover danced about the foot of the bed
his beautiful, naked and glistening black shaft
spinning in his hand
to the sounds of Marvin hitting a crescendo
that brought Sexual Healing to
a musical climax on the stereo

Marcus watched silently,
falling into the erotic place
where loyalty does not live
his shame evolving to something more like
a sinister sexual psychotherapy
allowing his guilt to die
on The Beast Lover’s tongue

“do you hear me talking to you?”
I’m trying to sprinkle you”
“you act like there are no consequences for what you do”
“you act like there is no life to live after this very minute”
“I call you a bitch because you can not
make up your mind about what your own dick wants”
“you like my ass, I see the way you watch it”
The Beast lover turned around, pulled his cheeks apart
exposing his red swollen hole to Marcus
who was so hard now it was beginning to hurt
“you want to creep up in it but you won’t admit it”

“you act like you are doing your wife a favor
by not telling her who you are and what you really want”

“you are just using her to hide”
“that’s a real bitch move”

“what are you going to do Saint Hood?”

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“lay your gayness down at the cross? pray it away?
“you are a fucking liar”
“lying about fucking but I’m the sinner?
“your tongue is up my ass hole for dinner”

“I know,” Marcus said
deciding to pretend to give in
so they could get on with it
after all, all Marcus really wanted was the jizz

Marcus lifted his legs into the air
and pushed his hips forward and said
“come and get some bitch”

but he was thinking...
that is why I am not a bitch, I am a man
I fuck you both
because I like it
because I want it
because I fucking can
Saint Hood’s little red hole popped open again
his man-pussy waiting anxiously the carnage
but The Beast Lover just climbed onto the bed
and lay on his stomach
“why don’t you do me for a change?”
“it will be good for you”

for just a moment Marcus was on top
and tried to abide
with the sensation of his man’s submission
but he didn’t come to the ghetto to take control
he was running from control
he liked the novelty of being a bitch
I can’t baby, just take me before my balls bust
The Beast Lover laughed, finally
he was beautiful when he laughed, Marcus thought
Marcus was waiting on that laugh
that laugh smeared a loaded grin
between his lover’s cheeks
meant it was time to fuck

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Marcus relaxed into his position
removing the pillow
pulling his knees back
“spit on it”
The Beast Lover welcomed the temptation
lubricated marcus with his saliva
rubbed his fingers around the red little hole
then smelled then tasted them,
“just checking” he said
“I ain’t really trying to be mean no more”

Then he kissed the woman’s husband
“you know with you straight boys
I have to make sure it’s clean”
“I took and enema last night”
“I haven’t had a thing to eat all day”
“I’m starving”

and with that, Marcus kissed the tip
of the Beast Lover’s beautiful dick
and welcomed him to explore his land
and for a time, he didn’t pray for forgiveness
only for the jizz
but it would have to fill him for a while,
Marcus thought, believing it was his last journey
to the place where a bitch , resides in every man
and so he feasted
on many portions of the jizz
and the feast was good
yea, the feast was good
for the woman’s husband
better known as “Saint Hood”

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Sunday Afternoon
in Chocolate City

by Ghetto Girl Blue

It is Sunday afternoon in Chocolate City.
I only came to visit, but I drank of a bittersweet brown elixir

and came down with an allergic reaction to leaving
My endorphins got all swollen

with thoughts of you in a kneeling position

It is Sunday afternoon in Chocolate City
My lover is on bended knee beside me
We had been fighting over nothing in particular,
Perhaps just because the thing between us is so strong
We barely have room for our own selves.

So we pray.
Pray for love
Pray for strength
Each for someone else
Then for one another
Together we pray for the anger to go away
Ask for understanding of a love so strong it chokes
and we can only breath together
we share the air between us
always, out of breath
always, needing more

Just like that,
reaching for a tissue,
an accidental brush
we are twisted limbs of amber and mahogany
backsliding into one another
sweaty in humidity
our wetness caramelizing on the floor

It is Sunday afternoon in Chocolate City
And we forgot to say “Amen”

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Model: Zari Leon in “Privacy II”
Photo from Video Clip

The Crossroads
by Jessica Holter

at the crossroads of Flesh & Consequence Streets
in the privacy of her mind,
she hopes for dreams
and prays for a piece of the peace
that her sleep can not find
in her concrete place of abode,
washing and watching the sadness
behind the painted face of the night
where broken souls go?
how callused the feet?
how rough the hands that labor?
how hardened does poverty render the heart?
how giving up and giving in
can bless a brand new start!
beguiled by the night
and the treasure that lay within it
she wonders what part of her soul

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Models: Zari Leon, GGB & Fayzo in
Privacy II

Photo from Video Clip

she would have to sell to win it
the night did speak to her

baby it seems your years
have drowned in a pool
of blood sweat and tears

let me erase your fears
I will show you the woman inside you
who longs to escape to a place
where truth is laid bare and plain
on a bed of ecstasy
with springs coil
at the taste of your sweat

you will be as a queen possessing real and rare things
and your subjects will lay their hearts
riches upon your heaving chest
look to the night little girl, to find peace in your rest
for every fantasy does it fulfill
follow the rules of this game and
even the demon will bend to your will

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Eves Song

by Jane Therese

She was the finest whore
in Babylon

She said,
Come sugar daddy let’s get it on
This ain’t slavery
you can not chain me
your weakness is where you belong!

Feel the fire in my thighs
Feel the sorceress in my hips
Be drunken with the honey wine,
that drips from my berry red lips
and spills from
midst of my garden

By the sweat of your brow, adore me
I implore thee to drink more,
...but wait

But first, you must
Fill my cup
Fill my cup, dear man
Fill my cup, till it runneth over
and we can continue to sup!
What’s up?

Photo by Johnny

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I need a new dress, a new hat
a new attitude to go along with that
I want it all!

A brim of peacock feathers
a brand new string of lion claws
I want it now!

Leather shoes from that cow...
and you know?
I saw the prettiest flower on that mountain!

Get it for me!
Pppplease...

There are blackest pearls in that sea
Get them my darling, get them for me!

If you wanna be the king of my jungle
I wanna see a rumble!
Between you, the tiger, and his fur!
Only then,
can you pet the kitty cat and hear her purr
I’m not taking less than I want
Not more than I deserve,
not even close
to what I am worth!
You would truly understand,
if you truly are my Adam.

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What if Dont
Nobody Come?

by Jessica Holter

A Poem for the Pre-Show Jitters

You think all the theatrical heavy hitters
never had the jitters?
Think twice.

If don’t nobody come to see you perform tonight
It’s all right.

Your words will not change
You will not lose resonance
The stage will not cave in and fall to the earth’s core
Burning you alive until you die
In a moratorium of simile and prose

You will not fail
Unless you fail yourself

If no one shows
It’s OK

I promise
The show must go on.

You have covered your venue
Taken care of the sound man
Run yourself a rehearsal, 3 times
In anticipation of this night

If no one shows.
it will be all right, you’ll see

Just remember,
to get yourself a camera man

so you can sell the DVD

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I Can Dig It.

by Ghetto Girl Blue

I mean, I was already there

Strapped, latexed and looking...

eye to ass
into his honesty
but I couldn’t do it.

momentarily paralyzed
my eyes, I was sure, deceived me

I mean, the thought of penetrating a man
that way... anally,
simply, repelled me

I wanted to run away...
To erase the moment

To unfantasize the fantasy
or to at least explain

that this is exactly what had been done
when he confessed, undressed,
and tossed his

formerly imprisoned ass into the air

I mean, I did not want to be there
watching his man pussy pop open for me

like it was
listening to him begging for anal penetration

like he was
but the evening had reached far beyond fantasy

into some place more obscure...

Truth.
I can dig it.

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KWEEN Sings in The Second Sin New York, 2003

Rap aint
Nothin

but the Blues
by Jessica Holter

Our men have divorced us. In South Africa during Apartheid,
which only ended in 1994, Black men were sent away from
their women for long periods of time. Months, years... kind
of like how our young men are going away to jail for long
periods of time. In South Africa they lived in single-sex com-
pounds, alone, sweating together, and suffering together
with no way to release their blues inside their women’s soul
cleansing wombs. Make a family, watch it grow, feel some
pride in-spite of it all.

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In 1982, the first recorded death from AIDS occurred in
South Africa. Then the men came home. And by the mid
90’s, 10,000 beautiful black bodies had be taken by the
deadly disease. It took about 10 years for 1/4 the of the
Black South African Population to become infected. Today
Gay marriage is legal in South Africa, as I suppose, women
their, like women hear, do not understand the power of the
prostate. But that’s another subject.

This conversation is about the connection between rap &
AIDS right here at home.

Though my fascination with AIDS began in high school when
Ryan White contracted it, remember the little hemopheliac
poster boy for innocence that Michael Jackson penned the
song about? “Gone too Soon.” I remember writing an edi-
torial piece for my high school paper, The Green and Gold
at Fremont High school that just encouraged us to take a
closer look at the virus. I mean, he was a kid. I knew that
men had it, at least Gay men. And I knew from experience
that men have sex with children. It was in college in 1988
that I learned that men who have sex with men were not
necessarily “gay” men, but also straight men who just liked
the feel of sensation of anal sex. At a popular DC nightclub
I saw dudes clocking dudes. I mean dudes that looked like
they just got out of jail. Wow I thought, I should get married
quick. But this also is another story.

This conversation is about the blues. With a need to say
nothing more than that poverty begats the blues. In the
60’s and 70’s Black Americans were introduced properly to
the drug trade and allowed to become suppliers, market-
ers and advertisers for the booming industry. But in the
80’s America launched a “War on Drugs”. So the 90’s found
prison cells expanding to accommodate us - our men. Young

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black men who had known the taste of money and power and
pleasure for the first time, literally, were risen from poverty
to a Pimpin’ position. They were children, who could com-
mand grown women to their knees for oral pleasure. So no
matter what his own mother told him she was just another
ho. Black Female self respect was crippled under the weight
of the drug culture. Even in our music we put a price tag on
ourselves. “No romance without finance.” What happened to
no romance without marriage? I mean damn, Black women,
have we no pride?

Now, as you know, Black folks have always been a musi-
cal people. We have inspired ever note of American music.
People make babies to Black music. They decide what they
wear because of black music, how they style their hair, what
brand to buy, what to drive, what is acceptable and what is
cool. People cry to black music, use black music as religion.
And Black Language? Our language has affected the worlds
communication with a power second only to English. Yet our
unwillingness to achieve a “formal education” or to travel,
retards our choices of entertainment. I mean today there
are young boys hanging from cars like targets for men in
uniforms with prison file number brands to cart off to jail.
Getting hyphie. Everybody has got to have something to fall
back on. And this government is not taking any chances that
they won’t be able to locate and subdue a little rogue with
the corporate trade skills.

Your master will not show you how to rise. He endorses
ungodly behavior to keep you off balance, while making the
Christian standard visibly clear so that he can say he told you
so and whip your back with the cross, so he can get the money
while you settle for the honey to jazz up your blues. But low is
a funny thing, it’s addictive really. Everyone want to be good
at something. Some people are real good at the blues. What
the master will do... is let you write some music about what

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you would do if you had it going on. I’m telling you, rap ain’t
nothin’ but the blues. And the only relief from the blues is
death or success.

It is well understood that many offenders engage in high-risk
behavior before they are incarcerated. The lifestyles of many
inmates prior to incarceration include unprotected sexual
intercourse, drug and alcohol abuse, poverty, homelessness,
undereducation, and unemployment -- all of which are as-
sociated with risk of HIV/AIDS.

There are 2 million Americans in prison. 1 million of them
are Black. Nearly 40,000 Black men have seen the inside of a
prison cell since 1980. Four Thousand Nine Hundred Nineteen
(4, 919) out of every 100,000 Black Men were imprisoned in
2004 in The United Stated of America.

About 65 percent of American inmates admit to same sex
affairs. Condoms are only available in 2 state prisons. In 1995
Eric “Easy” E Wright became a shining example of what was
to come. When he died of AIDS he left 7 children , 6 moth-
ers between them. It’s been just over 10 years since the
disease was introduced to thug life, and now Black women
are nearly 70% of all of the new cases of HIV. In fact, since
that first memorable young black “heterosexual” male died of
the virus, HIV/AIDS has become the number 1 cause of death
for African American women aged 25–34 years.”AIDS is the
number one cause of death for African Americans between
the ages of 25 and 44.

That is why, The Punany Project is The “Punany” Project.
It is made for you. We must save our wombs, and raise
Big Healthy Intelligent Black Babies, daughters who will be
healthy, mentally and physically, and sons who will become
men, not “Property of the State”.

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r Club New York, New York City

Valentine’s Weekend, 2001

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c Keno, Kween, Jessica & DJ, back stage

Moments...

The Second Sin

“The Second Sin”
The Triad Theater, New York City

Valentine’s Weekend, 2002

Kween as Kenita James with Baby Mookie

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Scenes from “The second Sin”
New York City

Lucky 7, Jessica Holter
Keno Mapp, jus’ BEA

Kween

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Roulette
“Roulette”
The Tribeca Performing Arts Center, New York
Valentine’s Weekend, 2004

Cait La Dee performs
“Masquerade” with Roulette cast

Mis Little, Keno Mapp
and special guests

Adult Film Star Vanessa Blue
&

Comedian, Sheryl Underwood

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Privacy II
“Privacy II”
Kimballs East, Emeryville, CA
2002

Performance pictures from “Privacy II”
featuring Zari Leon Jennifer Styles
Michelle Brewer
and special guest Max Julien
of Black Film Classic “The Mack”

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The Head Doctor

“The Head Doctor Show”
Photos from Show Video
New York City & Berkeley, CA

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About the Author

Jessica Holter is a mother, and activist and a powerful orator.
She is the newest member of Zane’s Strebor Books International, a
division of Simon & Schuster / Atria Books. Her first book released
under Simon & Schuster is The Punany Poet’s Verbal Penetration.
Other titles include The Punany Pslams (series), AKA Dead Man,
Bid Whist and Speak the Unspeakable. Holter is the Founder of
The Punany Poets and Artistic Director of Artists Fighting AIDS Cre-
atively Through the Arts (AFACTA.ORG). She writes in this collective
as Ghetto Girl Blue, Jane Therese, J Steal, T Calloway and Kenita
James.

Visit Jessica Holter online at
www.JessicaHolter.com

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Yulonda Washington, on a business call during The Punany Poets’
visit to Las Vegas Nevada’s Palms Hotel - Photo by Johnny

Special Thanks

to

ForPlay
Productions

The Punany Poets would like to give a special thanks to Yulonda
Washington of For’Play Productions, whose contributions to The
Punany Project, AFACTA.ORG, and the individual artists of the col-
lective are too many to name. Yulonda Washington is producer of
“The Second Sin” “Privacy II”, “Hot Buttered Rum” & “Roulette”
stage productions.

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Traci Bartlow & Jessica Holter
at the historical Black Repertory Theater, Berkeley, CA

First Theater show, 1998
Photo by Christopher Holter

Some of the original Punany Project volunteers
Photo by Christopher Holter

Traci Bartlow, Branden Pernell, DJ Blackmon, Yolanda Stevenson. Navato Leonardi, Eebony
Browne, Gary McCoy, Haneefah Hassan, Shyeeda, GGB, Dwayne Wiggins

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Jessica Holter, Branden Pernell, Eebony Browne,
(our very first photo shoot)
Punany Archives, 1998

The Coffee Shop, The Black Repertory Theater, Berkeley, CA
Punany Archives, 1997

We hope you have enjoyed this historic collection from
Jessica Holter’s The Punany Poets

as much as we have enjoyed creating it for you.
To watch The Punany Poets come alive on
stage and in home video visit us online
at www.PunanyTickets.com
Literary Aquisitions:
Email [email protected]

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The Cast of The Second Sin, 2003: Keno Mapp, Lucky 7 Mahogany Brown, Ghetto
Girl Blue, KWEEN, jus’ BEA

Special Thanks
to Contributors

Jessica Holter is a writer, activist, a mother and Founder of the controversial poetic
performance group The Punany Poets, featured on HBO’s Real Sex documentary
show. She is a proud member of Zane’s Strebor writer group and the author of The
Punany Experience: The War Between Tops and Bottoms and Verbal Penetration
(Atria/Simon & Schuster).
DJ Blackmon writer, actor & founding member of The Punany Poets. A great story
teller, and a captivating orator, Blackmon’s work also appears in The Punany Poets
Verbal Penetration. Her self published titles include Skin & Soul, and Barstool
Fantasies & Cocktales. www.creativeenigma.com
Branden Pernell, writer, actor & founding member of The Punany Poets. A great
story teller, and a captivating orator, Pernell’s work also appears in The Punany
Poets Verbal Penetration. His unique “Brother next door” style, helped set the
tone for male participation in The Punany Project beyond exotic dance.
Aalani-Renee has been a member of The Punany Poets for 3 years. She is a multi-
talented writer, actress, dancer and vocalist. Her first book is entitled Southern
Comfort. www.myspace.com/aalanirenee

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Keno Elanz Mapp is a founding member of The Punany Poets. He is featured in
this body of work as a model and a photographer, lending his aesthetic beauty
and artistic eye to assist in creating a work that is as visually stimulating as it is
poetically creative. His vocal performance style, dubbed Rock Poetry is full of
messages of love for life and love for self. Mapp is co-owner of Moor-Mapp Re-
cords. www.kenosworld.com

KWEEN, Actor, Singer Songwriter, KWEEN is Vice President of AFACT, Artists
Fighting AIDS Creatively through the Arts. She also performs as Kenita James in
Punany productions. www.myspace.com/kweenmusic.com

Eebony Browne is a founding member of The Punany Poets. A gifted and talented
rapper, singer, model, dancer and comedian, her contributions to the project are
limitless. Today, Browne is owner of Back 2 Da Napp Salon Cafe in Los Angeles,
CA and continues to work in television.

Golden is one of the newest members of The Punany Poets. We welcome her
to the pages of this book with her first literary contribution and to the Punany
stage. www.goldenluvtyme.com

Larry Jaffe - From the sensually romantic to humor and social commentary,
Larry Jaffe impacts audiences with a rich emotional range, masterfully crafted.
His poetry appears in numerous anthologies, magazines, and on the Internet
where he has pioneered poetry web sites

Paz Paulsen-Sacks, a long time Punany supporter makes his Punany writing debut
in this collection. We thank you and look forward to publishing his work again.

Contributing Photographers & Photo Credits:

Photography and graphic design compliments of GGB Literary Entertainment,
Inc / The Punany Poets Entertainment, LLC, AFACT A.ORG archives, For’Play Pro-
ductions Calendar. Names of Photographers and models are listed with images.
Staged photos and live performance shots of models are provided compliments
of The Punany Poets Entertainment, LLC.

Layout and book design by Jessica Holter. For corrections and omission information please contact ghettogirlblue@
Layout and book design by Jessica Holter. Fyaohr ocoo.rcreocmti.ons and omission information
please contact [email protected]

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