Poems by VAL BROOKLYN Rogers BLK PANTHER

My Biography is Coming Soon...I don't know  what to write in my biography.  6 years old.  Walking in the drizzling  rain.  Jumping from puddle to juicy  puddle. Finally, the CANDY STORE.  LEMME  GET some of  deezee  after I finished with my choices I gave Poncho 2 dollars.  Ok it was  1 dollar and plenty of coins.  Now I figured I had to put some candy to the side for my self.   I took four  Maryjanes  and stuffed  them deep into my pocket.  Then my pumpkin seeds went into my jacket pocket.  Running  back home. I hit every puddle I could hit.  We lived on the 4th floor. I had  3 siblings. I pressed the bell as though I was being chased.  Before I entered the  apartment I was  ambushed.  GIMME, GIMME VAL.,  HEGGIES DOWN  I said.   It means  don't  beg.   Oh,  Val  your  so  stingy.   I turned around , ok , you can have some footsie rolls.  I gave WANDA some footsie rolls.  Well.... After waking up out of the nightmare.  I became a 13 year old poet.  I wrote lyrics to songs.  Wasn't any good. Finally at  22 I wrote one poem that was satisfactory.  It was part of my manuscript.  I mailed a copy to a publishing company.  I'm sure they did not approve of it. They mailed me a , WE REGRET TO INFORM YOU LETTER.   This one poem I remembered :    A dimpled splash of gray on a fridges November MORNING.   I can't  recall the whole poem . That my story  as I grew up, I appreciated nature and words reading and writing  alot more.