Joy Lived Here Too

My husband’s cousins came over to get some Italian Beef meat we brought back from Chicago. We had frozen it for them. They stayed for hours, most of the time comprised of us sitting around the table catching up. Although we have been married for almost 14 years, there are still family members of his I am meeting for the first time.

“So you’re from Chicago too?”

“Yes. I grew up in Robert Taylor…”

His wife, the cousin, tilted her head, her eyes widening, “Really?”

“You know how to fight then huh?” The husband says, shaking up with my husband, “You gotta know how to fight growing up in Robert Taylor!”

I laugh with them, but my spirit settles into uneasiness. I don’t want to talk about me anymore. We changed the subject.

Lil R’s Bday Party. Can you find me in this pic??

People are baffled to discover I grew up in Robert Taylor, and they don’t know what to say. Even those who try to form words still end up saying something that sounds like “sorry.” They look into my eyes as if they can see what I see. They want to know how someone as educated and “put together” as myself grew up in the place their mothers have warned them to stay away from.

But, we were not aliens living on a different planet. We were people, Black people, and where there are Black people, there is joy to be found somewhere. When the first of the month hit, we took advantage of the glints of light that seeped in to offer a reprieve to our distress.

Women sat on the porch laughing and gossiping as their sheets dried on the gates, and children ran back and forth, bellies full of food and hope.

The men and hustlers brought out tables and chairs they carried downstairs to play spades in front of the building. You couldn’t tell them they weren’t sitting on their own front porch instead of in front of a 16-story government building. They talked smack and poured out liquor for the homies they lost.

As for music, it was our salve and savior.

We left our doors and windows open so that the music from the stereo could scream and echo throughout the building. Nobody protested when someone’s entire door was open, and music was blasting. We sang along to Whitney Houston, Mary J Blige, Tupac, Biggie, Queen Latifah, MC Lyte, and many more, grateful for the opportunity to hear these songs while they were young.

Music transformed our pain into power. It didn’t feel like we lived in the ghetto when cousin Rachel blasted The Fugees from her speakers. It simply felt like home.

Where despair tried to rob us of joy, creativity flourished, and we created our own fun, and I think it’s important to talk about this light, too. It wasn’t all gangs, crack addicts, and shootouts.

Joy lived here too.

Is Rap Poetry?

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We’ve received a few questions about if rappers can enter the contest.

The short answer is yes, as rap is a form of poetry.

The longer answer requires a bit of a breakdown.

RAP and POETRY

RAP (often called Rhythm and Poetry*) uses similar forms as poetry, like verses, refrains, rhyming words, rhythm, and meter.

Rap’s origins are said to date as far back as the West African Griots, or village storytellers, and up to early examples of jazz poetry during the Harlem Renaissance Movement.

Rap lyrics that can be poetry:

“Some say the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say the darker the flesh then the deeper the roots
I give a holler to my sisters on welfare
Tupac cares, if don’t nobody else care
And uh, I know they like to beat ya down a lot
When you come around the block, brothas clown a lot
But please don’t cry, dry your eyes, never let up
Forgive but don’t forget, girl, keep your head up.”

-Tupac Shakur, Keep Ya Head Up

Some poetically inclined rappers also used poetry in their raps. Common’s The Corner featuring Kanye West featured The Last Poets:

“Uh, the corner was our magic, our music, our politics
Fires raised as tribal dances and war cries
Broke out on different corners
Power to the people
Black power
Black is beautiful.”

-Common, The Corner, ft Kanye West and The Last Poets

And Kendrick Lamar’s Poetic Justice infuses poetic lyricism in the song:

“With poetic justice, poetic justice
If I told you that a flower bloomed in a dark room, would you trust it?
I mean I write poems in these songs dedicated to you
When you’re in the mood for empathy, there’s blood in my pen…”

-Kendrick Lamar, Poetic Justice

Rap and poetry share many similarities, so much so that it’s hard to see where one begins and the other ends.

Both Use:

  • Rhyme —both use rhyming words 
  • Rhythm and meter —both use language that creates rhythm. 
  • Verses —both use verses or stanzas to separate ideas. 
  • Refrains — both use the repetition of lines or entire stanzas/verses.
  • Subject Matter —both can discuss all possible subjects and commonly speak on the same ones (for example, heartbreak, loss, grief, and death)

Here’s Where it Gets Tricky:

We can best sum up the confusion in the words of Adam Bradley from this article: “…that poetry only exists on the page, and rap only lives in the music, that poetry is refined, and rap is raw, that poetry is art and rap is entertainment…”

But poetry can also live in music, be raw and entertaining, and rap can be refined on the page.

So, how do we know the difference?

Rap is a musical genre in which vocal expression is essential, respecting rhymes and rhythmic diction.

Poetry is literature and more verbal. Rhymes and music are not mandatory, and the message is even more emphasized.

“Poetry … is the revelation of a feeling that the poet believes to be interior and personal which the reader recognizes as his own.” 

— Salvatore Quasimodo, from a speech in New York, quoted in The New York Times.

Bradley writes: “Economy of language remains one of poetry’s hallmarks. By contrast, language in rap is usually abundant, functioning on the rhetorical principle of copia, which Erasmus defined in 1512 as a practice of amplifying expression through variation, adornment, and play.”

“Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feelings: it takes its origin from emotion recollected in tranquillity.”

— William Wordsworth, from “Preface to Lyrical Ballads.”

“Poetry is a phantom script telling how rainbows are made and why they go away.” 

— Carl Sandburg, from The Atlantic, March 1923

So, is RAP Poetry?

It’s a debate that is sure to be ongoing for some time.

Rap is a form of poetry, but every rapper is not a poet.

A rap is a poem when it:

  • Deals heavily with emotions
  • Uses thoughtful language and poetic techniques (alliteration, metaphor, imagery, etc..)
  • Is composed with depth, storytelling
  • Shows off the writer’s creativity

Yes, rappers can enter this contest as long as they write a poem.

When submitting your poem, whether as a poet or rapper, be sure that you are following the contest’s theme, which is GRACE. When submitting an audio or video, be careful not to send content that sounds more like rap songs than poems. There is a clear difference that should be expressed.

*Although it sounds nice (and there’s nothing wrong with using it as such), RAP is not an acronym for Rhythm and Poetry. Initially, rap meant to strike or hit. It then transitioned to mean to talk or speak in the African American community. Some older generations still say: “Let me rap to you,” when they want to talk to you. During the heightened political era of the 1960s and 70s, the men who stood on the corners teaching, like Malcolm X, were said to be “rapping.”

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Yecheilyah’s 6th Annual Poetry Contest 2023: Rules, Guidelines, and Prizes


Calling All Poets!!

When it comes to the arts, poetry is my first love, and this contest is my way of giving back to the poetry community to shed light on the power of the spoken and written word and the artists who love it.

It is not just a contest but a movement to discover and elevate those who have always desired to pursue their artistic ambitions in poetry but have been either discouraged from doing so or have allowed fear to hold them back.

If you’ve been looking for a sign to get back to your creative writing endeavors, this is it!

What to Do Now

  • Write a poem on this year’s theme: GRACE. You may include an audio or video with your document!
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  • Email your poem to yecheilyah@yecheilyahysrayl.com on or BEFORE the deadline of November 30, 2023.
  • Winners announced on Thursday, December 28th.

Theme: GRACE

Submissions Accepted:

Monday, October 23, 2023 – Thursday, November 30, 2023

Winners Announced on December, 28, 2023.

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Why The Tree Does Not Complain About Losing Its Leaves

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I love the beauty of nature and how paying attention to it helps me to understand life better. I mean, we are of the earth, after all. It amazes me how we can come from the dirt and assume no connection to it.

So, anywho, as I sat here reminiscing about everyone I’ve lost over the years, a thought struck me: You will never hear a tree complaining about losing its leaves.

Trees lose their leaves for various reasons, except for the evergreen, which retains its green foliage all year. Otherwise, deciduous trees (from a Latin word meaning “that which falls down”) drop their leaves primarily to conserve energy in preparation for upcoming harsh weather conditions by using less energy.

Losing its leaves also conserves moisture within the trunk and keeps it from drying out. The tree can now focus its energy on root growth.

Losing leaves allows wind to blow through the branches, reducing strain on the tree, which is especially important during winter storms.

Losing leaves also gives room for new leaves to grow in its place.

Although the tree appears inactive and desolate without leaves, it is still active, utilizing its energy and resources to develop its root system. A healthy root system will help the tree thrive in the spring.

Much like a tree that must shed its leaves for continual growth, so we must shed some things, too. It helps us to be better equipped to thrive in the conditions the next level requires.

One More Game

(AP Photo/Julio Cortez)

From my eighth-floor window
I could hear hope bounce back and forth
on concrete loitered with crack vials.

Dirt-caked Nikes were like hands
reaching for revolution
in the air.

It didn’t get them out of the projects,
but Jordan would have been proud
the way these boys balled.

It kept their bodies distracted from the hunger
of not eating for three days.
Here, many children raised themselves.
Forced to grow up without grownups.

It’s a strange thing not to have parents
strange the way these kids parented
themselves.

Adults in small bodies
swallowing their pride for one more game.

They might not eat today,
but boy, how they balled.


This was inspired by the real events of growing up in The Robert Taylor Projects as a kid in early 90s Chicago. Head over to my TikTok @yecheilyah to listen to the poem.

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Yecheilyah’s Book Reviews – In Search of a Salve: Memoir of a Sex Addict by KE Garland

Title: In Search of a Salve: Memoir of a Sex Addict

Author: KE Garland

Publisher: New Reads Publications

Published: September 26, 2023

Pages: 326


“I was nine years old when I figured out that if I squeezed my legs together hard enough, it would create the most electrifying pulsation, in the general area my mother, her mother, and her mother called our “killa cricket.”

-KE Garland

In Search of a Salve snatches us into the author’s world with the rawness of a Sister Souljah book. Like Winter Santiaga, KE Garland has no sugarcoated, watered-down stories to tell you.

Unlike Winter, Kathy’s story is no fairytale.

The author takes us through the series of tragic incidents that led to her preoccupation with sex, including child-on-child molestation, car accidents, and the death of her adoptive mother. Garland expertly reveals how she utilized sex as a salve for a wound she wasn’t completely aware even existed, leading her down a path of multiple sex partners and abortions.

However, don’t assume this book is about the author’s naughty antics. This memoir stands out because it doesn’t only list regrettable events and bad decisions. What’s important is the linkages between how trauma impacts the body, permeates the mind, and results in addiction.

“I didn’t cheat because I had a vanilla sex life. I cheated to escape the discomfort of trauma.”

-KE Garland

We learn how cognitive therapy helped the author to pay more attention to her thinking and the meaning of key terms like exhibitionism or the urge to show yourself to others in public. These explanations helped me better understand the author’s actions beyond the physical, such as the disconnect that exists when the mother-child bond is broken early in life, resulting in a dysregulated nervous system.

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“No oxytocin. No emotional bonding. No maternal attachment. Emotionally dysregulated….I began life, like most babies, listening for the sound of my mother’s voice and never found it, and I’d never stop longing for her.”

-KE Garland

This book prompted me to have more compassion for the lived experiences of people who struggle with addictions that society has deemed as nothing more than an immoral decision, but that is much more layered. As Garland searched for a salve, I, too, discovered insight into questions about my own trauma, belonging, and motherhood.

“I was motherless and it hurt whenever I didn’t have one to show up for me.”

-KE Garland

KE Garland courageously uses her story as a catalyst for further instruction about not only sex addiction but addiction in general.

In Search of a Salve will break your heart, pierce your soul, and then soothe you with knowledge about sex, trauma, despair, and the root of these behaviors beyond poor life decisions.

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Ratings:

  • Strong Introduction: 5/5
  • Authenticity / Believable: 5/5
  • Organization: 5/5
  • Thought Provoking: 5/5
  • Solid Conclusion: 5/5

Overall: 5/5

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The Power and Necessity of Community

Photo by Lina Kivaka

I enjoy the changing seasons the most. Summer is alright, but my favorite part of the year is when summer gives way to autumn. Georgia’s temperature is 80 degrees, yet the sun is not intense, and the way this wind blows feels like my skin is drinking a cold glass of water. It is refreshing.

That’s why I’m typing this at the kitchen table with the door open to the back porch.

As I sit here, I cannot help but think about how much of a blessing this blog (which is to say, the people who follow this blog) has been to me.

Despite the fact that I had been writing and publishing books since 2010, it was when I started this blog in 2014 (after my first two attempts had failed) that it became a platform where I could share my work and receive helpful feedback in return. As a result of this feedback, three published books were born, all inspired by blog posts.

This blog put me on by introducing me to a larger audience, and together, we blossomed into a community.

We had so much fun in the early years. I miss it.

With Elon Musk now contemplating charging X (Twitter) users to use its platform, assuming other social media platforms will eventually follow is not too far-fetched.

They do seem to copy each other. Reels were created to compete with TikTok, and Threads is just Instagram’s version of Twitter.

After thinking of this, I began to consider the significance and necessity of creating our own communities, both online and offline. If we take the time to create them, we may soon be forced to seek solace in our own isolated areas of the globe.

Just as this wind is blowing the trees, which will soon let us know how beautiful it is to let go when its leaves fall, I sense a change is coming.

Just my Thursday thoughts.

Thoughtful Thursdays. Hmm. Got a nice ring to it.