Monday, December 2, 2013

What's Next?

I'm working on my next book. A mystery/thriller novel about a woman who tracks down her mother's killer while losing herself in the process. A modern day whodunit with some drama and romance mixed in.   Expressions Of Me ,while thrilling to write, may be my first and last poetry book but I can't predict the future. All I know I have a lot of up and coming projects in my head and they come in the form of a novel.  Writing has always been my passion, rather it be poems, novels or screenplays.  I'm going wherever God leads me, and right now he's leading me to my first love.  All authors can't be screenwriters. And all screenwriter's can't be authors. Maybe I'm the ladder.

Tuesday, November 26, 2013


The memory of her
The idea of her
The dream of her
The concept of her
It's like i'm lost without her
I feel so close to her
But i don't even know her
Yet she's apart of me and I'm apart of her
She's not even born but i already named her
She doesn't exist
Yet i already claimed her
She will never exist and yet i still cling to her
Non-existent or otherwise, she's still mine
A reflection of me.
I feel like I'm going crazy cuz I imagine what she looks like through my eyes
If she has my dimples
Or his nose
His eyes and my smile
I may never know
But this situation has awakened feelings in me I never knew I had
I know I want to be a mother
I know I would give my all to her
Do anything for her
Take lives for her
Beat her if she turns out to be as bad as her cousins
Give her more than I ever had
Protect her
Love her more than anyone ever will
Be there for her first steps
Her birthdays
High school graduation
Mend her broken heart
Tell her men are scum.
Until you find that one
That changes your life
I can't let go of her
I've gotten so used to her
She lives in me forever
I don't even know her
And yet i miss her.

Rest in peace Amari

Saturday, November 23, 2013

Expressions Of Me

Wanna know what's inside this book? Here's your chance to find out. Enjoy your sample! If you like it and want more pls click the link


You claim to be a real nigga.  But you’re so see through that I can see right through you.  You’re so two faced that you don’t even know your true face.  Too far gone that you lost track of your roots.  Too busy judging others for their poor mistakes.  Throwing stones while you’re living in a glass house.  You don’t even know them.  The lives they've lived.  Their struggles.  Sacrifices they've made.  You barely even know yourself.  Sitting in the pews every Sunday.  Anxious to get in the word.  When you don’t even know what it means.  When you don’t even know God at all.  Bragging all over town about your ill gotten fame and fortune.  Your prized possessions.  Don’t you know.  It’s the people that make life worth living.  Not material.  The people you step on.  On your way up the corporate ladder.  The people you cut off.  The bridges you've burned.  Trading in your morals for a spot at the top of the food chain.  You might have gained the whole world but you sold your soul.  Worshiping false idols instead of giving the highest praise to the one that brought you through it.  The one that helped you through your tortured past.  The real reason for your existence.  See, your mom raised you to love The Lord but somewhere along the way you forget his name.  You sacrificed so much that you ended up sacrificing yourself and never looked back.  You think she would be proud of the choices you've made to get to where you are.  You forgot about the people who were there for you when you had nothing.  Who always had your back and asked for nothing in return.  You forgot about that little kid who always looked up to you.  But who you never gave a second glance to.  Who you were so quick to leave behind.  That friend you knew way back when.  When your life meant something.  You forgot about me.  You forgot about us.  Look at what you've become.  What you've been reduced to.  See, half the time you walk around with blinders on.  You can see other people but you can’t even see yourself.  Don’t even know the difference between good and evil anymore, don’t even know that this life is gonna be the death of you.  That you’re living on borrowed time.  You wanna know who am I? I’m the only one who gives a damn about you.  I’m your conscience.  Your innocence.  The voice of reason.  Your last shot at redemption.  Your last hope at gaining your humanity.

Eyes Wide Shut

Today brings anew.  A new day.  A new dawn.  New beginning.  A beginning that gives birth to a new ending.  New journey.  New possibilities.  New opportunities.  See, Lord only knows where this road may lead.  But it’s up to us to harvest the seed.  To let it grow and be plentiful.  See, life’s too short to keep doing the same old shit.  Putting all our time and energy into something that’s not beneficial.  Into something that ain’t even influential in our lives.  So many of us strive for better.  But better never comes.  So many of us are unloved.  Unwanted.  Abused.  See we were chosen by God.  Yet so many of us feel worthless.  Misunderstood and useless, but the truth is we just haven’t realized our full potential.  We try so hard to live up to everyone else’s standards that we forget our own.  Constantly settling for less instead of holding out for bigger and better things.  Turning a blind eye to what’s truly best for us.  Living a mediocre life knowing that’s not what God planned for us.  See, life is not just a test for us.  There are no courses to flunk.  No second chances.  See, this is our future.  So many of us choose our own path instead of letting it choose us.  Everything we seek has already been promised to us.  We just gotta want it bad enough.  Live the best life we can live with the tools given.  For everyday is a blessing.  Another chance to get closer to God’s will.  Another chance to get into heaven. 

Another lesson to be learned.  Another story to be told.  Another dream shattered.  Another one left unsung.  Another teacher desperately clinging in the hopes of reaching another lost soul.  See, she cares more for her students than her own.  She’s more passionate than anyone on the board but she doesn't know where to draw the line.  Another kid drops out of school cuz he don’t think he’s good enough.  While the next one is being tossed around from foster home to foster home until the system just gives up.  Making him another statistic.  Another head case.  Filing him under wasted space.  See, they talk about educating our leaders.  But no one is interested in preserving our youth.  Building them up.  Shaping them into who they’re meant to be, what they’re born to do.  Turning them into doctors and lawyers.  Encouraging them instead of deferring them.  Helping them instead of hindering them.  Shaping them to take over the world.  Instead of tearing it down.  See, we weep for the future.  But no one’s willing to change it.  No one’s willing to open their eyes and nurture young minds.  To expand their horizons and look beneath the surface.  Telling ourselves that what we’re fighting for is worth it.

Friday, November 22, 2013

Finally ready!

Expressions Of Me is now available for purchase on Nook!

Print copies are also for sale at bookstores worldwide
Please click the following link and don't forget to rate!   When I first started showcasing my poetry on You tube a year ago, I had no idea it would lead to this. At first I had second thoughts about actually going through with it, considering my voice resembles that of a child's and i utterly despised it. But then something happened, I mustered the courage to do it (thanks to a certain man's you tube videos who will remain nameless) Needless to say, he inspired me in more ways than one. I feel so elated and so blessed to share my gift with the world. My collections all have a special story to tell and I'm so grateful to God for allowing me to be the voice behind it.

Thursday, November 21, 2013

Expressions Of Me Book Launch


Dark horse in the running

Louisville, Ky - Nov 20,2013

Aray Brown, a 37 unemployed scribe writes about real issues that plague our society in her new book "Expressions Of Me" a collection of poems that also tell a tale of love, heartache, fear, redemption and hope. Aray drew from her many experiences growing up when she was forced to live with her abusive grandmother for three years while her mother was in prison. During that time she attempted to write a tell all book about the life and times she spent with her. Ever since she could remember she always wanted to be a writer but didn't dabble into poetry until later. She describes her work as " a special story that needs to be told, and I'm grateful to God for allowing me to be the voice behind it" She is currently residing in Louisville, Ky and working on her second book. For more about Expressions Of Me, contact Aray Brown at (502) 883-1425 or via email CONTACT WEBSITE

Monday, June 3, 2013

So You Know

He's got a voice like no other Smooth as silk Rich like Butter See the words he speaks Are like fluid through my veins And i can't even begin to explain Just how deep his passion lies He's not only changed our lives But made us apart of his family He's not only a legend in the making But a diamond in the ruff So you know he's more than just ordinary He got a voice that the world needs to hear And a story that needs to be told So you know He's real He's not only an extraordinary artist But an extraordinary human being Destined for great things So much more than what his hands can hold He's born to do this The reason for r&b to begin again The true definition of what's missing A prime example of hard work and determination One of God's marvelous creations A necessary component to life As we know it As beautiful inside As well as out