Benjamin Franklin Short Story Winner
2006 Short Story Bio Is A Winner!
THE BENJAMIN FRANKLIN "AUTOBIOGRAPHY PROJECT" WAS A CHALLENGING 300 WORD CONTEST.
ONI'S STORY ABOUT GROWING UP GOING TO THE UPTOWN THEATER WAS ONE OF THE 20 WINNERS.
HER STORY POSTER WAS POSTED AT THE BUS STOP SHELTER AT 20TH & WALNUT ST.
PHILADELPHIA, PENNSYLVANIA
Hear Oni in this Award Winning Book!
LISTEN TO ONI SOLO RAP DUNBAR'S "WE WEAR THE MASK" ON PAGE 56,
ALSO FEATURED WITH NIKKI & VAL GRAY WARD ON PAGE. 54, GWENDOLYN BROOKS, "WE REAL COOL" & MARTIN LUTHER KINGS SPEECH ON PAGE 64.
Invite Oni to present a hip hop storytelling session with your students!
Nikki Giovanni introduces Oni to rap Dunbar!
PANTENE TOTAL YOU TOUR
ONI RAPS DUNBAR'S "WE WEAR THE MASK" FOR MC LYTE & AUDIENCE AT CONVENTION CENTER IN PHILADELPHIA, PA
The Best Short Stories of Philadelphia
Philly Scam or Paying It Forward? Is a biographical short story on the joys and dreads of a visit back to Oni's hometown, the City of Brotherly Love and Sisterly affection, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.
Hindsight 2020
Baptized By The Blues, a short story on how Oni's dream to play her bass guitar and present "Love Must Fall" at Morgan Freeman's Juke Joint in Clarksdale, Mississippi....came true!
I Dreamt, MLK Jr. Inside Story & Poem
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An acrostic poem
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Ladies Lunch & Soiree
SISTER WINGS & 'LIAS' MOTHER PERFORMANCE
Lancaster, Pennsylvania
Featured Poet
BIG TRIGGER'S SOUND OF JAZZ & POETRY SHOW, Philadelphia, Pennsylvania
Oni's Diary ~ Muse : considering something thoughtfully
It
IT aka CANCER
IT
took my good friend, my lover, my male me
IT
stopped our song before it ended
IT
stopped the music before our dance was over
IT
took our lives before we lived it
IT
took years before
IT
killed us.
RIP 1981
IT
took my sister, the dancer, "I don't eat flesh" lady
IT
ran riot through her blood.
Was
IT
inherited?
Was
IT
dairy.
Was it
IT?
What kind?
IT
put her to sleep in a month.
Something about blood. Non-Hodgkins, Hodgkins?
IT
Too slow to ever know, too fast to find out
RIP 2009
IT
erased my mother's smile.
IT
hid in her stomach. (the coward)
Unaware she was feeding
IT
Chemicals from “unhealthy choice” frozen dinners.
IT
overpowered steamed collards, kale, all her vitamins,
IT
stabbed holes in daughters devoted love and hopeful hopes
IT
took two years before
IT
quieted her to rest
RIP 2011
IT
stole my friend. Sarah
IT
abused her breast like an angry lover
Lymphoderma
IT
hardened half her body
like a statue
Once beautiful, brown and smooth.
She looked like elephant man in the end.
Turning her lovely face into painless peace
IT
won.
RIP 2012
I loved them, prayed with them, cared for them, laid next to them, made them laugh, read books to them, played kingdom melodies, cooked for them, juiced veggies & fruit for them, fed them, rubbed feet, massaged them, oiled scalps, walked to the bathroom with them, wiped them clean, kissed them and hugged them.
As requested
I NEVER cried
with them.
IT
moved on
Hopefully
IT
Will be gone for good and one day
IT
will stand alone
like in this poem.
(C) Oni Lasana – June 17, 2013
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