Shout out to Davon!

I know it's been a while but I'm back with more features, starting with Davon Carey.

Keep an eye out for his work, whether it's on skin or canvas.

Jamal Bonner

The last of the poems. I want the book to be out already!!!

My demon

The preacher preached and promised me non promising predictions with hopes of pulling me in, closer to the pulpit,
I smirked at his bullshit, and false presumptions of my lifes outcomes,
That day I lost interest in church, but I know in my heart is where god resides and she takes my side, I'll walk blindly to the edge for my faith, As long as I know she protects me,
Passing around lies to fill the collection plate, I paid attention rather than pass out funds for a bigger building, faster car, more fibs claiming to be fed right from the father,
I seek out to find me in her, but, she is in me so I peeked deeper within myself, only to unlock demons I practiced to put away,
Slammed doors,
I'd rather not unlock everything I fought so ferociously,
Chains with balls intact,
Demons with claws intact,
Fears I fight then relapse,
Promises I've made then relapsed,
Faces with tears attached,
Years with leers attached,
Feelings I've grown detached,
From This world around I'm detached,
I,
Detached my demons, they all mercilessly attack with meaning, I relapse and intact them back to the dugeon wall,
All to find me within me, the us within each other,
Let me take you there, where, to intervene with my demon,
I remember you well, we fell out, i had hopes of attaining you, but you lead me to, what is, well was, surely, my Demise,
Because of you my,
eyes are hollowed as the heart that beats beneath my chin, heart as dark as the eyes above my nose, eyes and heart that feel no remorse like sounds on the drums of my deaf ears, a face you'll remember, cheek less and mouth less speechless and pinched less by your evils,
Haunted by da evils, all while I flee from da evils, unknowingly fluently flowing right to da evil, devil rather, I closed the cage and climbed the ladder away,
Spewing Lies upon lies, I'll be the reason you make it she said, i am what brings peace, happiness, and warmth she said, I am all you need she whispered,
snickers left my nose, as I froze only to realize that those words weren't really lies, in order for my real eyes to embrace the she that is god for her to protect me, I'd have to embrace she that is love, the demon I'm rejecting,
Love uncontrollably, it'll come unnoticeably you'll know when it is she, don't reject it,
But me, I am not yet ready for that battle with the demon. ~

-K.B.

Jamal Bonner

As promised, here's poem number two from Jamal Bonner.


A leave of absence

A wager that forever will never be never more,But A bid that farewell will be a sorrow of bittersweet Proportion ,While Portions of me want to explore the world beyond to doors of contentment,Towards something more, a more serene scene of tranquility, peace and validity,Is A peak I fear together we'll never fall from,Thoughts of together forever, become less of a hope in these eyes,Taking a surreal realistic approach with all hearts aside, if it's meant, a smoother less frantic path may be destined for collision,This isn't goodbye, more so I'll see you at a later time, as long as this lions mane emits from you a smile, and a queens crown, when seen turns my frown, no doubt in my mind we'll be for one another at some time. ~ 

-K.B. 

Jamal Bonner!

Expect new poems from Jamal once a week for three weeks!

To the.. (2013)

To the fifteen year old rape victim who won't be seen off to her sweet sixteen because the dumpster is her resting ground, my sympathy towards you,

And To the,sixteen year old who watches her mother push her limits on, how many more pills can I hold, liquor and coke can I control before I overdose, my, not so frozen soul to you,

To the seventeen year old who, no longer knows who she is or will become, because with no fatherly guidance was instilled and Jim joe bob and will is who she'll console to, my, not so cold heart to you

To the eighteen year old whose love of her life was plotting on penetrating, inseminating, leaving before the birth of baby not so like you, or, more like you than I can handle, may peace be with you,

To baby what's his name of some age or another, who wants to be everything he sees on tv there is a world beyond the medias screen and fan screams, I promise you that,

To the counselor of the boy, I want to be just like you when I grow up, give him something worth growing up to, something worth manning up to, a fight worth standing up to show him how a real man should do,

To school teacher in it all for the salary, and would rather or not waste her time teaching youth who, just, won't, get it, you helped create them, you helped mold a generation who are more concerned with the"gold all in my chain, gold all in my ring, gold all in my watch don't believe me just watch" how it all dwindles,

To the school systems who think black history should be taken from literature because it's demeaning, explain to me how that is, not telling a race about their past because the information will cause mass hesteria, it's like taking Sex Ed from a virgin because learning how to use a condom, might get them pregnant,

To our government who funds this land of the wealthy , home of the slave , I have no words for you , between the dropping of our beloved drugs, in inner city homes to the would not be thugs, school systems with systems that haven't been configured right , lies in every day literature and shutting down of job sites, gentrification designed to kill off generation by generation, I lost faith in you a long time ago, by your people for your people , and well, my people struggle to escape a box that we can barely even see through. ~

-K.B.

Rancis Reyes

So much more than just a cute face, Rancis Reye caught the eye of The Brew with her bald head and adorable smile.

When asked who she was, Rancis told me her name but went on to say "I might be known for modeling but have a lot of things up my sleeve!"
Growing up, Rancis had braces but it was really on and poppin' when the braces were removed and hair was "chopped" off. "I feel like I freed myself from opinions, and dared myself to be what I have the potential in becoming."
She's only been modeling for a couple of years but realizing how comfortable she is in front of the camera made her focus more on modeling.
When asked what made her stand out, Rancis said her personality.

Don't expect to find many of the things she wears, Rancis says she's a proud thriftier and according to her, it's become a problem.She prides herself in getting things done her way.

Her advice to others who are interested in modeling; "Stay focused on where exactly you want to be. Do not settle for less, because before you know it that's what you'll be known for. Stay healthy and positive, never let the procrastinator in you kick in because I know we all tend to have one."

Like most, Rancis' celebrity crushes are Michael Ealy and Common. But can you blame her? 

Negative people is what she hates the most.Well, not the people but just the negative vibe.


To explain her "Amber Rose" hair, Rancis says she started with a mohawk and while being impulsive, decided to cut it all off. "I believe it was a hot day."
One thing you'd never guess about her is that she's afraid of the the dark. But don't judge her.

(I really hope to see more of Rancis and if I do, The Brew will be all over it.)
 

Favorite Quote: "Be yourself, everyone else is taken" -Oscar Wilde

You can follow Rancis on Instagram, Twitter and read some of her poetry here.

IG: Rancis_View

Shout out to Rancis!

Look out for model, Rancis Reyes. She's not only gorgeous but she writes poetry.

Here's the first poem she ever wrote. It's a little emotional but isn't that what the people want?

The Figure

I never had a male figure, a figure to look up to.

I have father but he ain't the one to look up to.

He sleeps around leading that one person to sleep with me again,

with that my comprehension grew to level ten.

Are you proud of me Dad?

I mean this is what you showed me, what I never had.

Daddy smacks them down, so I let that one smack me down.

Talk to me with hits, I mean its legit.

I take it.

They do it for a reason right?

Gotta please the men so I take it light!

Why even bother fighting though, I mean what fight?

I put my high shorts and my crop top when it hits that season

then get choked on,

God please stop me from breathing.

I wish I were dreaming! I like dreams they're escapes,

but this.. this is my nightmare that tapes my eyes shut so I can not escape.

I try to rip them off but then he shoves it in.

There goes my heart, let the pain begin.

What do I have just a face that's always so dull and sad?

When will I feel good, I mean others see me and say I should.

But ya'll just see beauty.

Beauty that's being taken advantage of,

can't you see through my fake smiles that I have no real love?

Because this sex feels like rape.

I feel this because I can not escape, these mental chains these brutal beatings,

I don't do anything so what is leading?

How can blood flow through my veins?

Bust open let me escape these chains!

But nah right instead

wash up for the next round ahead.

Lay there and get raped up in my own bed.

But I'm gonna take it like a big girl cause that's whats daddy raised.

I don't know how ya'll were raised but I will take this from no other.

Just from you because... your my daddy's brother. ~

 

Keep a look ut for her feature!

 

-K.B.

Jamal Bonner

When I first asked him who he was he said "Jamal". Then I asked what's his background, he went on to tell me how he was an only child for three years then his little sister was born and ruined his life. So that's Jamal for you.

Jamal has a nice collection of things under his belt. He writes poetry, has written a book, is currently working on a mix tape and many other things.


He describes his past as somewhat chaotic; moving several times, going to many different schools, not really having stability until he was 15.

He's been into cooking since he was 16, poetry since he was 17 but actively when he was 20. Music is very recent as well as his book.He says his favorite types foods to eat are Asian, Thai and Greek - while his favorite foods to cook are mostly combined tastes that include rice and pastas.

When asked what he writes about, Jamal said he writes about everything ranging from life in general, growing up in the hood, and white supremacy. His book, titled Rose Petals on a Broken Ashtray, is a collection of his poetry.

Jamal's taste in music is very versatile. he listen's to music that ranges from the Beatles to A Tribe Called Quest to Kendrick Lamar. But rarely will you find him listening to something recent in the hip hop genre, for he's not a big fan of whats been coming out.

Jamal's main goal is to kick his feet up on his island; which he plans to buy.

He says his inspiration is life and progression. "Once you sit still you start 'effing' up." he said referring to life. But I asked him what makes him stand out and said "Nothing". But honestly that's what makes him stand out.

Jamal's style is very much his own. He told me he wasn't going to tell me all the places where he shops because he doesn't want people dressing like him. But he shared Zara, Topman and overseas retailers as a few of his go to places.

And speaking of places, Jamal's favorite place to visit is New York and wants to visit Tibet.

The three words he uses to describe himself are spectacularly-awesomely-nonchalant, driven, and carefree.

Something he lives by is to never give up.

One thing people wouldn't guess about Jamal is that he cooks and is very good at it.

Favorite Quote: "I think therefore I am." - Unkown

You can follow Jamal as well as read his poetry on Tumblr .