Black on Black Rhyme - Where Poetry is a Way of Life!
Black on Black Rhyme - Where Poetry is a Way of Life!
Black on Black Rhyme - Where Poetry is a Way of Life!

Black on Black Rhyme - Where Poetry is a Way of Life!

 

*Elle
Elle - Lorrie Tenant
"Excuse Me, Did I Hear You Right???"

Let me get this straight...

You want ME to let YOU come back home?
Is that what I'm understanding
from these roses?
Is that what I'm supposed to hear
in your pleading eyes?

That you want ME to let YOU come back home?
Where is the straight jacket
for this man's imagination?
Where is the ginko farm
for him to get his memory back?

'Cause it seems like
he don't remember
sh*t that has happened over this year and a half
Let me jog his memory
with this chronological history:

It was YOU
that told me you needed to get married
to stay in the country

It was ME
that agreed at the age of eighteen

It was YOU
that flipped the script
and said you wanted to stay married

It was ME
that got raped by my ex,
and you never let me forget it

It was YOU
that dragged me by my hair
out of my own Mother's house

It was YOU
that thought I was screwin the plumber
on my night job

It was ME
that lost my job after the fight

It was YOU
that told me we should start a family

It was YOU
that told me that You wanted to go to school
and requested that I stop

It was YOU
that has never gotten me anything over $20 bucks
(for ANY HOLIDAY)

It was ME
that brought it up
(especially when you spent $200 every saturday night)

It was YOU
that beat me to a pulp

It was ME
that put that scar on your eye

It was YOU
that when you didn't see me pregnant in 4 months
Insulted saying I was unable to bear a crop

It was YOU
that went to the strip club every night
while I was throwing up

It was ME
that lost all the weight
because I was sick and stressed out

It was YOU
that stressed me out

It was YOU
that loved the strippers enough
to give them $600 dollars in one night

It was my money that was missing at first light

It was YOU
that pushed me out the car
because I didn't want you to go out

It was ME
that left and went to my mother's house

It was my Momma
that took care of me until I had our first born

It was My Momma and My Sistah
that stayed with me while I was in labor

It was YOU
that begged for me to come back
when our child was born

It was YOU
that skipped school and to f*ck around
when our baby was only 3 months old

It was YOU
that decided one morning
to leave our child on the front porch

It was YOU
that hit me
because I found out about your cheating

It was ME
that paid the $1000 phone bill
to your Ex Girlfriend in Jamaica, TWICE

And that's not even the woman
you used to f*ck on school nights

It was YOU
that begged for me to come back again

It was My STUPID ASS
that did

It was ME
that bought the house by myself

It was ME
that laid the grass

It was ME
that decided I had enough

It was ME
that said "Get Out"

It was ME
that went to Jamaica and got my groove back

It was YOU
that drank yourself silly and didn't go to work

It was YOU
that lost your job

It was ME
that didn't change my mind

It was ME
that told you "Go To Your Momma's House"

It was ME
that brought a man into the house

It was ME
that said "Get Out"

It was YOU
that grabbed a knife
to threaten the man

It was ME
that called the police

It was ME
that kept the man in the house
and told you "Get Out"

It was YOU
that came to the window
to push your hand inside of me

It was ME
that got three pit bulls

It was ME
that got the restraining order

It was ME
that got the alarm
and the deadbolts

It was YOU
that didn't want to see your kids

It was ME
that whenever you said you did,
I let you

It was YOU
that chose not to

It was ME
that filed for divorce

and It was YOU
that hired the attorney first

It was YOU
that never paid a penny
for your child's support

It was YOU
that was indecisive
and rebutted the divorce

It was YOU
that fired your attorney

It was YOU
that kept Dr. Jeckel and Mr. Hyd'ing on me

It was the KIDS
that heard you say
they cannot come by

It was ME
that has supported them all this time

It was ME
that decided I'd had enough

It was ME
that hired an attorney of my own

and now it's YOU saying
You want to come back home?

and it's ME sayin....
HELL NO

Listen...
I can continue this history,
But really, we need to be smart about this
I don't blame you for any of this,
because I put up with it by choice,
The only thing now is,
I don't want to do it anymore
So, please, just let me go...
I don't want to continue keeping tabs on all the reasons
I should go.

"Excuse Me, Did I Hear You Right???" © Lorrie "Elle" Tennant.
All rights reserved.


BLACK ON BLACK RHYME FEATURE SERIES
NAME : Elle
WEBSITE :
- 25-year-old mother of two found dead in her Hollywood home wrote poetry about her turbulent life.

A Hollywood woman who wrote poems about a stormy, violent relationship was slain early Thursday morning just hours after attending a poetry reading at a popular downtown nightspot.

Police found the body of Lorie Nicholson-Tennant, 25, shortly after 4:25 a.m. in her locked bedroom in the 6700 block of Forrest Street, dead from a ''severe trauma to the body,'' said police Capt. Tony Rode.

Friends and neighbors say her throat was slit.

Police have not identified a suspect. As part of their investigation, they contacted the victim's ex-husband, Kevin Nicholson, 40.

Friends and fellow poets gathered at the victim's Hollywood home, grief stricken at the news of her sudden, violent death.

''The girl is an angel in every aspect,'' said Will Bell, who met Nicholson-Tennant when she joined the poetry scene here two years ago.

According to police and friends who talked to the slain woman's mother, Diana Tennant, this is how the victim spent her final hours:

Nicholson-Tennant -- nicknamed Elle -- went to an open- mike event Wednesday night at Ginger Bay Cafe, where she recited her latest poem, Hall Pass.

''It was a funny rant about how her son's too young to have a hall pass,'' said Ingrid Bazin, a poet and friend.

Friends said Nicholson-Tennant, who lived with her mother, left the club around 12:45 a.m.

Later, around 4 a.m., her mother said she heard a commotion and tried to enter her daughter's room. The door was locked, Rode said.

'Her mother said she heard `No, don't! Call the police!' '' said Morris, a neighbor and friend who picks up Nicholson-Tennant's 5-year-old son from Driftwood Elementary School. Nicholson-Tennant also has a 3-year-old son.

An information technology specialist, Nicholson-Tennant put her computer skills to work for Bell, designing a poetry website, www.eliterarycafe.com, where some of her own writing can be found.

Domestic violence and her tortured personal relationship with a man were recurring themes in her poetry. Some readers say she even foretold her murder.

''From reading her poetry she almost predicted this,'' said Evens Colas, a Miami musician. ``Most of her poetry was about what she was going through in her marriage -- in her life. It was about suffering. It was about joy.''

In one poem posted April 27, she described her troubled marriage.

''It was you that hit me because I found [out] about your cheating,'' reads one line from the poem.

In a working version of another poem titled I Cannot Write, she rages against poetry for failing to capture the pain in her life.

``His hand across my face

You think he was beating me every damn day

When I write Pain

It's not fixing it

I'm just accomplishing

A perpetuating cycle

Of self prophetess.''

Nicholson-Tennant and Kevin Nicholson married in March 1997. A year later, she filed a domestic-violence complaint against him. It was later dismissed, according to court records. She filed for divorce in March 2003. She and her friends recently celebrated her divorce, Bell said.

''The reality is just setting in,'' said Alexander Proctor, a poet and friend who arrived at the murder scene just as Nicholson-Tennant's body was taken away by the medical examiner. ``She's a beautiful creature. I don't want revenge, but I want justice.'

To donate to a fund for Lorrie Tennant's children, money can be placed in the following account: Washington Mutual, account number 0951817314.

Article By JONATHAN ABEL (jabel@herald.com). Miami Herald. © 2004.
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