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During Spring Break 2019, We Are’t Going to Leave You without Louisiana Words Flavor!

Just because we are polishing our community and creating new content, doesn’t mean we are going to stop celebrating over 100 writers and nearly 1200 pieces of fabulous creative art! Follows us this Spring Break 2019 and discover our unique artists! We love them for contributing and love you for your support!

Louisiana Words Presents Allstar #6: Skyra Francesca Rideaux

Louisiana Words: March 17th - 23rd (finale)

The Spark Never Dies (James Leland Ludeau - Lafayette, LA)

i fell in love with you
burning hot like coals
beneath my skin l
ighting up my being
i laid on the altar
i was altered
i cared less about me
and more about you
for the first time in my life
i faced giving up
I faced sacrifice
i felt like the lamb sacrificial slaughtered
and if i fed you
it was ok
i only wanted you to be nourished
i gave of myself
but your love was a gunshot to my head
left me limp lifeless
but my soul retreated
refused to be beaten
and this spirit in me grew
white heat
i forgive you for sacrificing me
i served a purpose
but now it pours out of my skin
like light like a candle
a lantern
i want to shine upon the dark path
and show you what transformation feels
like that you can come out of any situation
no matter how bad
no matter how dark
illuminated filled with Light
so bask in my glory
it's my new purpose
and if i sacrifice my light
it only grows
the spark never dies

The Circle Turns (Madison Elizabeth Holland - Lafayette, LA)

candles in half circle leaves underfoot incense burns and wafts above night sky looks downward, casts light of star and shadow of moon shed clothes lay crumpled in dark grass skin gleams and glows in light of candle and smoke of incense blessing sage drifts and billows around tapers music entwines with heart and soul and dancing feet bare body leaps and twirls and pushes through the darkness alive floral scarves float and twist and dance around the limbs running ever sunwise, ever gathering, ever drumming energy washes over sense and time and spirit air fire water earth together, grounded, connected, enmeshed feet pound through nature's floor and hands rise towards goddess skies heart opens to raised flowing energies words spit of devotion and peace and healing lips adulate the oneness of all inner flower unfolds to receive blessings of goddess all this is for good all this is for peace all this is for well-being As Above, So Below Blessed Mote We Be

There Is No End (Louis Toliver Jr - Swartz, LA)

I passed away. It was a journey through the light but my grandmother was waiting singing a poem much like a song: 
All souls unite  Into God’s light 
May the sun burn bright  May energy be my might 
There’s no need to fear the night  There’s no longer a need to fight ...
My grandmother grabbed me from the light. She was standing on a mist like dust. It was made of rock, sand, silver, gold...every particle and element you can imagine. 
I was very young when she passed away. I really didn’t remember here on Earth, but I knew who she was immediately feeling her aura. 
She spoke with a voice as soft as cotton, “I’ve been waiting. Now come and take a walk with me. It’ll be just a short time to us when everyone else gets here.”
“Is this heaven?” I was afraid to ask. I’d have to face my mortality and my immortality. 
My grandmother laughed, “No, angel, but we’re not far.”
“What is it?” I was hoping it was heaven.
“The waiting room.” She led me away from the light on top of the divine mist. She began sing…

Rhythms & Visions: The Courage to Be Unapologetically Black (Skyra Rideaux - Lafayette, LA)

Doing It Right (Harvey LeBeouf Jr. - Kaplan, LA)

I been living my life all wrong.
Looking at my past I see it’s time to make some changes.
All these years I been doing things wrong.
Baby when I think of you and me I can’t wait to see changes.
Changes that will bring us closer
Closer in miles and closer to your heart,
It’s time I start doing things right
After all these years I been doing myself wrong.
It’s time I start doing me right.
After all the days I’ve been gone,
I need to make time to do you right.
One night at a time, one day at a time,
One memory at a time, it’s time to do us right.

The Colored Coloratura (Sasha Massey - Lafayette, LA)

Isolated for my ability, then shoved away like a wind-up doll. Look up the movieTrick Baby. The dinner scene.That shut up and singtalk will not fly. “You should sing jazz.” That's one thing I like but it doesn't fill up my heart. “You should sing opera.” I do but where I live people only care about beer, zydeco &football. She shall not fetch and step it. “You should be famous.” Gee thanks, have you recommended my work to anyone? Shared/reposted my videos?  “You don’t look like a singer.” You mean I don't look wealthy or I'm not a skinny blonde with a tan that's way too dark and implants where I'm already blessed with sizeable peach? Gee thanks.
“Black people sing opera?” Why yes. There are many classical black voices that get passed over for being too dark, not a big enough name...and they become the many unheard that get carted out for the month of February. So who sing roles like Aida instead? Out comes the bronzer, afro wigs...shoe polish
Sit down with me over…

Shut Away (Sasha Massey - Lafayette, LA)

Reading the books that simply line shelves Imprisoned in your home, your body Observing the world, learning the futility of certain fights Being told what to do with money I barely make by people who are so rich it’s confusing and surreal Stepping away from corrupt figures seeking only to use you, then stifle your voice and push someone who’s more palatable just because they’re white Getting strong, defiant and purified Becoming a dancer in a jar A singer in a box

Run (James Leland Ludeau III - Lafayette, LA)

love you in a way that weighs me down at times takes me down a path not of self discovery but self loss lost sight of who i was i bled into you we become one and my soul suffered i don't wanna talk about it but i have to  just hold me while i cry my eyes out promised to protect me if i showed you my weakness but what i need protecting from most is you you're my poison breathing my last breath barefooted across my own grave and i've always had a fascination with destruction breaking down what does that say about me? if i closed my eyes, would you catch me now? can we recover from this? or do we die a beautiful death? is this the end? because i am the kinda guy who does greatly with ends i love beginning again so lift me up or tear me down but know in my head i wear the crown King of my own castle a warrior of love a soldier for respect you can fight with me or fight me you choose i can dance around like a ballerina or i can fight like a ninja i am what you conjure up be careful of your energy it calls to you what…

Requests (Rachel Perry - Lafayette, LA)

Why is each step such a laden
sluggish struggle?

Please let the road to destiny be pleasant.

Let vibrant thumps sound from the organ that lies within me.

Let lights within the trees twinkle at nighttime.

Let a moist thick air form film around my skin.

Let despair nor obligation ever hold me.

Let the king's throne crack
in tiny shards and pieces.
Let his crown dislodge and roll in a puddle.

Let the wolf be vegetarian despite his wolfish culture.
Let him partake of carrots with the rabbits.

Let my head never grow too crowded
and let sanity stay within sight.

Let all the highways slowly float away.

For I'm tired of all the motors
metal contraptions
with endless parts
and wires
and wheels
and pullies,
that keep carrying us further apart.

They just carry us further apart.

Let our journies meet once more.
Let me find you at the crossroads,
And there we will embrace as when we parted.