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Last Updated: 11/17/2009

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City: Atlanta
State: Georgia
Country: US
Signup Date: 8/7/2005

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Tuesday, November 03, 2009 

Current mood:  chill
Category: Religion and Philosophy
Imagine Jesus, crowd full of listeners who did not have the luxury of googling him, tweeting his quotables, or posting on their facebook status that they were chillin’ at the Mount of Olives listening to this dude from Nazareth. No, they weren’t the most high-tech of crowds, but like many of us they were soul weary, tired, longing for something, someone true and real. Enter what looked like an ordinary man. Born in a small town like theirs, went to school, learned a trade just like they had, but something was different. Something about this man made you want to follow him, listen to him, probe him with questions about this life and the one after. He always had a story in his pocket, a sensory metaphor with the intent to enlighten; a truth teller who could literally close his message with “seewhatimsayin’” and mean it. I’ve read his stories, listened to them retold and re-spun. At some points truthfully felt like I heard it all, but I was approaching his and the other stories in the bible as if they were museum artifacts. Meant to be viewed and admired but never touched. Margaret Feinberg’s book Scouting the Divine, will not allow such distance. Choosing three metaphors from the Bible: wool, wine, and honey, Margaret gets up close, dirty and personal in an effort to unfold the reality behind these truths. Interviewing and walking the land with a shepherd, a vintner, and a beekeeper, Margaret brings to life this ancient world that people in the Bible knew that is so unfamiliar to our hyperlink connected world. God’s role as shepherd and vintner, and the land of milk and honey are just a few references that Margaret unpacks here along with her own questions and moments of understanding. The vintner reference hit home most for me. I literally had to close the book and think about it after reading through a few of the passages. How God, in an effort to want me to grow, would cut and prune (in essence allow me to be in pain) so that when the time comes to be fruitful I can withstand, I can have what it takes. That God doesn’t view me as some work of art that he looks on and keeps in some dusty room that no one ever visits like that frozen living room my aunt’s kept in their houses. Reading about these roles of God from this perspective helped me to see that God is involved in my world every moment, more than I can imagine. Maybe now when life pinches and prunes, when I feel led down a path and I can’t see the way, I’ll remember as Margaret explored here, that scouting the divine is a journey that never ends and that the dude from Nazareth is worth following.
Wednesday, July 08, 2009 

Current mood:  adventurous
Category: Web, HTML, Tech
hey myspace friends!

i am in the process of updating my website and i'm in need of a web designer. if you are interested, please send me a myspace message me with your price ranges and some links to your work. if you know someone who may be interested, feel free to forward this along. i can also be reached at amena@amenabrown.com.

thanks!
amena
Monday, June 15, 2009 

Current mood:  artistic
Category: Writing and Poetry
A month ago I was featured on the Raising Poetry blog in a profile written by Ty Scott of hip hop group Platinum Souls. Check it out! 

Amena Brown: The Voice of the People 

by: Ty Scott 

“Born a seed in the south,” with the stature of a God’s Top Model, a humble air of confidence, and a smile that lights up the darkest environments; Amena Brown has blessed audiences across the country with her polished poetic prose. For years, she’s successfully juggled a schedule full of: blazing open mics, ministering at churches such as: New Birth (GA), Buckhead Church (GA), Lakewood Community Church (TX), and Irving Bible Church (TX), and as of last year, competing nationally as a member of the 2008 Java Monkey Poetry Slam Team. Simply put- Amena Brown is a modern day rock star. And I for one wanted to re-connect with this Renaissance woman to pick her brain, and her soul, for some spiritual insight. 

I’ve always been told that if you want the whole story, you must of course start at the beginning; which for Amena, poetically speaking, was at the age of 13. At a time when most of her peers were probably doodling boy’s names in their notebooks, she was discovering her own “power to excite, ignite, and inspire.” So when she hit the stage at 17, she blew audiences away. And, her refusal to be just another act is what continues to set Amena apart. She has made a commitment to bare her soul and use her words to ignite a fire for Christ amongst her generation. 

“Every struggle I’ve had has turned into something I can share with other people that will hopefully help them. When I was in college my pastor used to say that God never wastes an experience and I have found that to be true. Pretty much any struggle I’ve had shows up in a poem, in a conversation, or in a talk or breakout session at some point.” Amena openly admits “one thing I really struggled with was breaking away from being so religious. I grew up in church most of my life and church was what I knew. In my 20s I’ve learned a lot of who God really is and had to unlearn being so afraid of messing up, doing things to keep up appearances, or doing all the right things for all the wrong reasons. That’s a journey I’m still on, but God has really changed my perspective on who he is and what it really means to be a believer.” 

Another of Amena’s issues is one that is common to a vast majority of people around the globe- insecurities about her appearance. 

“When I was younger I didn’t feel like I was beautiful and I hid behind my glasses, my hair, my baggy clothes. As I grew older, I met people that saw behind all my hiding and encouraged me to not be afraid to be myself and love myself just like I was. Over time that love and learning how beautiful God thinks I am and how much time and detail he put into making me, helped me to realize I was beautiful and that I didn’t have to hide behind anything, especially not my outward appearance, religion, or trying to impress other people. I still deal with insecurities today, but the more I mature the more I am learning to accept myself as I am and other people as they are.” 

Through it all, Amena’s innate ability to take personal observations and experiences, and weave them into tales that paint vivid pictures and captivate the hearts of her listeners, has placed her on platforms to spread the truth of the gospel across racial, cultural, and religious lines. Her words remind us that we are not alone in our struggles. Amena stands in the gap for many, showing us that just like she’s been through those rough places, and come out of it all more alive, we too can do the same. To the naked eye, it would seem that she has a full plate before her. But, as a woman of great faith, Amena’s spiritual eyes see much more on the horizon. For starters, she has taken her skills to yet another level, and outlet, by establishing herself as a contributing writer for several well-respected publications. 

As a female freelance writer, Amena is seizing the opportunity to show other women that you can “carry yourself as a professional and as a classy woman in situations where the industry you’re working with needs to see that. I also really enjoy meeting and talking with other women who are in my similar life situation or industry. Meeting other women who are walking the same path as you is so encouraging, because we can help to keep each other’s heads up.” 

Obviously, Amena’s favorite childhood hobby of reading has served her well. And now, God is writing an extraordinary story through her. She is an inspiration to women, and men alike. Having stepped out of boxes of complacency, tradition, religion, and gender stereotypes, Amena is carving a path all her own. 

“I think my major ah-ha moment came in my mid-twenties. That’s when I realized I didn’t know who I was if I wasn’t busy doing ministry and that a lot of the reason I was praying, spending time with God, doing “spiritual” things was because other people were looking at me. At that point, God started me on a journey of unearthing the motivations of my heart, stripping me of pleasing people, and bringing me to a place where I want to please him above all. I’m still learning and growing, and I hope I’m learning and growing the rest of my life.” 

Her experiences of being raised in the church, attending & graduating college away from home, discovering her “voice” through poetry, and traveling to spread the good news, are building a powerful testimony. When she’s gone from this world, Amena wants to “leave a legacy of living my life to the fullest, leaving no dreams unturned, being real and downright honest, while living my life for God. I would like those things to permeate everything I do.” At least that was her answer at the time of this interview, because as she said: “that’s a big question, and I’m sure my answer will change as I live.” 

You can keep up with the globe-trotting, Proverbs 31 woman, and download some of her master-pieces, by visiting her at: 

http://www.amenabrown.com 
www.myspace.com/amenabrown
Wednesday, April 08, 2009 

Current mood:  chill
Category: Writing and Poetry
i'm still toying around with this one too. i've had the first line for a couple of years but for some reason, at a second look, some other lines showed up on the page too.

his face is poetry
with like and as for eyes
his ears awaiting pages
listening for the ink of what i feel and think
he prays in simile
avoids hyperbole and hypocrisy
his gait is free verse
rhyme unrehearsed, a cool original
the echo of his end rhyme
lingers in the mind
his imagination knows no parameters
he blinks in iambic pentameter
he is a stanza becoming a ballad by the line
i count his every syllable just to keep time
 
 
Currently listening:
Left
By Eric Roberson
Release date: 2007-06-26
Wednesday, April 08, 2009 

Current mood:  breezy
Category: Writing and Poetry
i'm still toying around with this one. had the first few lines in the archive and wrote the rest while listening to chinua, reese, chris, jamm, and brandon g. play at sambuca's last night. thanks guys :)

he wasn't hip to the hipsters
wasn't cool to the cool kids
never made it past homeroom, his
inability to cry, press needle into eye at the drop of a dime
never impressed anyone
his words hung heavy in the air like southern texas sun
sweat
lifted from his upper lip
his sentences trying to turn over
ungracefully
rumbling to a start with no ignition
his thoughts leaked incomplete
common english class freak show
he entertained
with nowhere to run and no pun intended
they tolerated him
his slow slurred speech
he had everything to teach
and they had everything to learn
but they never caught his lesson
Wednesday, April 08, 2009 

Current mood:  calm
Category: Writing and Poetry
alice walker said once that her characters spoke to her when she wrote her books and told her the story. at the time i just thought she was crazy. lol but she was right. i woke up on a saturday a few weeks ago with the lines to this poem in my head. the voice of a character i haven't fully fleshed out yet. here it is trimmed down a little.
 
breaking up is hard to do my daughter
when your jaw has been broken in three places
when your ribs and trust have been fractured
you lose dignity but baby
i never lost sight of you
you wonder why i would subject myself, why i wasn't stronger
why my will to love and save myself did not supercede fixation with fist
your mother was a different woman
your father had been a different man
once handsome, savior, curious
he believed in rescuing me from everything except himself
he loved you
your cries brought back the tender teen who fell in love with me
ashamed to say but i thought if i continued to have his babies that he would learn to love without hurting
he never did
Currently listening:
Testimony: Vol. 2, Love & Politics
By India.Arie
Release date: 2009-02-10
Monday, April 06, 2009 

Current mood:  breezy
Category: Writing and Poetry
ohhhhhhhh man it's been a minute since i wrote a haiku. these are inspired by one of my favorite genres of music...hip hop.

1
first taste of hip hop
run dmc aerosmith mtv
rock and roll and rap

2
kid n play album
tried the moves at my school dance
oh la oh la ey

3
cram to understand
asymmetrical haircut
with gelled baby hair

4
clean high top reeboks
never learned how to breakdance
bgirl in training

5
teach me to freestyle
to emcee lyte as a rock
rap turned poetry
Currently listening:
2 Hype
By Kid 'N Play
Release date: 1996-01-04
Friday, April 03, 2009 

Current mood:  blessed
Category: Writing and Poetry
standing
arms outstretched to embrace
suffering
to have and to hold
me
he is
where i belong and believe
where it is safe to say, love, hurt, breathe
be at peace

he looks at me
doesn't see hopelessly wounded girl
i always find in distorted circus mirror
his are love colored glasses
remembering how his fingertips painted my fingerprints
distinct

i pray for clay
the kind he puts over eyes
close my blinded eyes
and hope to see like him
Currently listening:
Testimony: Vol. 2, Love & Politics
By India.Arie
Release date: 2009-02-10
Thursday, April 02, 2009 

Current mood:  artistic
Category: Writing and Poetry
ok ok so henzbo issued the challenge and i can respond to positive peer pressure! :) here's the first of 30 poems, (yes 30!) that i'll be posting this month along with many other poets participating in the challenge. happy national poetry month to all! :D

poem 1

there's the pressure
of forcing oneself to write
wondering
is it like forcing oneself to love?
out of obligation?
or is it committing oneself to do the work of love?
to plant and water and till
uproot and unweed
expose to light
maybe force is the wrong word to use
maybe i commit myself to write
to trying despite the fear of failing
to return again and again
to old promises made
to God, with pen to page
Wednesday, March 18, 2009 

Current mood:  awake
Category: Writing and Poetry
As previously stated in this here blog, my cell phone is incapable of 21st duties such as checking email, facebook, twittering and the like. In an effort to update my status at events I go old school and write down what I would twitter if I could. For your reading pleasure, my "tweets or something like that" about the qualifying slam I participated in between the Java Monkey and Knoxville slam teams on Saturday, March 14.

amena is hanging out with kim possible and j marie on the way to java monkey.

amena is listening to kim possible read a portion of outliers and feeling inspired.

amena is happy to see rhea sunshine and black atticus from the knoxville slam team.
amena just saw bryan patillo without his locks...wow!

amena huddles up with tonight’s java monkey slam team: tavares, gypsee yo, and bryan patillo, to coolly strategize for the slam.

amena wants to make it known that coolly strategize is another term for four poets looking at each other and saying "so whatchu wanna do?"

amena is digging tavares' poem about inspiring the kids.

amena is sniffling some and hopes it won't affect her performance.

amena performs "God bless mom" and gets the two judges who've been giving high 7s and low 8s all night to come up a couple of decimal points.

amena gets a blasted time penalty for taking her sweet time on "God bless mom."

amena realizes that when rhea sings it sounds like chuuuuuuch.

amena is a gypsee yo fan!

amena watched gypsee yo perform autobiography and had to stand up and shout!

amena wants to thank courageous from knoxville for standing up for the good men and for showing love to everyday women. I’m about that! :D

amena thinks it’s ridiculous that tavares’ amazing poem about the birth of his son got such low scores. haters.

amena enjoyed slamming and having a friendly win with the java team.
Currently listening:
Testimony: Vol. 2, Love & Politics
By India.Arie
Release date: 2009-02-10