Real Talk S.E.L.F Ep2 With Gina Hunt

Link to video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HAvO6eoEz0o&t=437s

In Nov 2015, Sylvia-Gina Hunt interviews her friend RonAmber Deloney at the well-known tv studios in Manhattan NY. At the begging of the show Gina had wonderful reaction in interview her because she flew in from Texas to showcase part 1 of 2 mini-series called “Hot Banana Pudding” which is a series of poems. Ms. Deloney hails from Oak Cliff, Texas and she had been writing poetry since the first grade and then she decided to her craft seriously in high school. Ms. Deloney’s Mentors growing up where Langston Hughes, Maya Angelou and Nikki Giovanni which helped influenced her craft.

As the show starts, Ms Deloney’s emotion was filled abundant joy that comes from adulthood which influences her into having her own voice for poetry. Furthermore, Ms Hunt congratulates her friend by saying that she is “very happy for her” to be on the show and that you're willing to share all this wonderful poems. The group of poems that Ms. Deloney has for this R.E.A.L Self Talk are tribute poems in which the majority of them are tributes to some very special women in her life friends that are family members and other people greatly impacted her to become this awesome writer.

So Ms. Deloney starts with the poems that reflective to her heart and it goes like this:

1st Poem:

“ I wonder when the Negro spoke of rivers if he meant those places that are meant to define a man sole purpose in life. I wonder if conversations about Egypt or discussions about dirt roads that led to the back door of segregated cities are all reminiscent fragments to some old others speech about some now forgotten place I wonder just like the poet did in his trails. Jack across country roads the dancer until she found her rhythm or Nina to the listeners ear in and out of spaces, in and out of rooms, between the walls of time and story trying to be. affected by the experience of spaces, trying to connect to what happened.”

2nd poem:

“She sells seashells by the seashore, in fact she peddles more than the sea she bored the sea. Freely without haste she strike fallacy, knowing it would taste bitter and battle her into the bottom of the barrel she leaked empty her belly full. She pulled and pushed until he rushed from within her belly full she pulled and pushed until they rushed from within her. It’s been [Speaks German]. Though my poetry is local my vibe gets felt wherever I am. [Speaks German]. I emerged from an argument with folks yelling, silence I'm trying to find a song to write to, vibe through maybe a Lauren Baidu-duo. Nina Simone, come on were you seeing a little girl blue for me? now yeah [Speaks German] That was my reply after I got a haiku it said last night won't miss you if you stay true to the rhythm I close my eyes and faded into a Harlem jazz club where black girls moved through time shining if I were deja vu I'd be reminding you of a lovesick pyramid the fact is what i'm doing is what i did, but what I've done is and what was shown your TV says black girls be homegrown sown and to get old sidewalks with sidewalks carry people on back steady fast though she talks about nothing off is it that nothing talks about her anymore though her ghost still roams ashore on the edge of Africa world don't turn to the back of her book for a second look at her meaning but it don't matter because black girls keep dreaming, we move through time humming and singing seeing and thinking plotting and winking, timing and shining and rewinding while laughing and passing task on loving than getting done wrong sprouting than leaving home grown out of that was the last line of the first movement because without notice. i'll listen to background music and think past the foreground of a surreal day dream coffee seems to have sent to the scene of my unconscious mind So in a moment, I'll drift off the cafe's with foreign accents ordering happens in oh honey lunch [speaks german] grey skies and street translate memories on a foreseen canvas I am painted walking time bomb with lost detonation I won't go off on time but in step outline literary art shows mentally I pick chica que o beans growing in snowstorms knowing things like that don't happen.

3rd Piece:

Pick me, pick me screamed align left beneath my pillow, love wouldn't let me wait for the violet yellow to turn blue so moody you just had to be my mood indigo way to switches the track club. Coltrane blows back through the background, tell me how are you liking the art. Show me that seducer of black cats the one in the attic, they called a Medusa accused her into, thinking she was crazy then used her eyes to research but didn't rub her stomach for the unborn baby she stage three of the generation muse.I feel free to introduce you maybe if you'll shine and shady like the serpent bite, because you know the Sun and Moon gonna smite anyway while time continues to play, with my only emotion poetically this was a rhyme devoted to you quoted on two spaces that are blue like black girls who moved through time.

After Ms. Deloney finishes the poems, Gina expresses her feelings by stating that her poems were so “deep” and then the two women speaks other topics like Black lives matter, and her Ms Deloney’s time living in Germany. For more information check out this video on YouTube and search “Real Talk S.E.L.F Ep2 With Gina Hunt,” watch and enjoy the episode.