the louderARTS Project

Olu Butterfly Woods

Olu Butterfly Woods, an ex-mechanical engineer who graduated from the University of Maryland with Honors, has revolved to her original calling of creating thoughtful art.

Originally from Nigeria, St. Croix, Philly & DC, Olu currently resides in Baltimore where she brings an international perspective and a dynamic presence to the emerging poetry scene. She is a brand new author with her debut title: The Revenge of Dandelions published by BlackOut Studios. Haki R. Madhubuti, poet and distuinguished professor at Chicago State University, writes in her preface that "Ms. Woods is an artist of rare talent and spirit, who has poured her soul, imagination, originality and creative vision into these poems."

As director of Poetry for the People Baltimore (P4PB), a poetry community-service organization inspired by June Jordan, Olu Butterfly has overseen a very successful spectrum of activities, such as subway tours, youth workshops, and experimental spoken word theater.

As a performer, she tours with Sankofa Dance Theater and the world-soul band Fertile Ground with whom she recently opened for Mechelle N*degeocello to a full house. Though she has won her share of slams, she prefers more open and theatrical settings to express herself. Saul Williams described her work as "absolutely inspirational." She directs and hosts a widely acclaimed open-mic/jam session, Organic Soul Tuesdays to promote a scene for budding artists. Olu Butterfly was recently voted Best Grass Roots Poet 2002 in the Baltimore CityPaper.


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An Artist's Prayer

may we forever do our thang
may watermelons spring from our mouths
& mountain tops easily from our finger tips
may rats uncomfortably scatter from the radius of our rhythm
dizzyness damaged promptly
arguments interrupted with imagination
we will seek out ugly & show it us
til it shamed

we r honored to be an underground railroad
in audio form
artist be a synonym for
freedom fighter
apprentice to magicians
this profession aint no hidin place in a battlefield
does this look like shinyness u'll never be able to afford
bling bling like nothing
but statistics stacked against my ppl
like sewage drained into a subconscious
to pickpocket a future
in the midst of a techno-takeover
by pasteurized alabaster
uh-uh
these notes r made from our intestines
these colors from our bloodlines
our dance steps r just our tears in portable form

& because vicious days have gone platinum
may all our poems go ruby
we extra with the red
to set the rainbow off
after the storm
fat aint gone be enough
to tell a friend about it
our eyes just in time
to witness a chorus of metamorphosis

whoa to those tryin to stop these
killa african beez from makin honey
our babys with their smiles
will be our actual masterpieces

we give thanks for different angles
for refraction
& for revision
we do what we figured we 'posed to with them
y our hearts beat us into bein

we ask for forgiveness for
we just lovers that cant help ourselves
just tryin to show off that moment when it was said
Let There Be...



© Olu Butterfly Woods



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