Biography of Josephine DixonBanks
Josephine Dixon-Banks was born in Danbury, Connecticut in August 22,1948. She graduated from Clapboard Ridge High School in 1966, in Danbury, Connecticut. After graduating, she moved to Bridgeport, Connecticut where she attended Housatonic Community College for two years and received a Teacher’s Aid Certificate.
Josephine relocated to Durham, North Carolina in 1976 and began performing her original poetry on stage at The Carr Mill Mall Art School at Chapel Hill, North Carolina.
Following her dream, she moved to Los Angeles, California where she transposed her poetry into lyrics and for several weeks worked with Milan Williams of the Commodores
R&B recording artist.
Also, she became Staff Assistant for Congressman Mervyn M. Dymally and worked on the Dukakis-Bentson campaign.
She worked for The Institute for Learning in Retirement / Elderhostel International
Expression Enrichment Facilitator,1998
Develop workshop curriculum for a group of 10 senior citizens.
Prepare written follow-up report for institute Director.
Shiloh Academy of Creative Arts, Inc.
Creative Writing Instructor,1997
Develop workshop programs for 50 students, conducted one-on-one assessments with students, and assisted students in the production of their presentations.
Discovery Museum / Family Services Woodfield
Housatonic Community Technical College / African-American Cultural Society Workshop Facilitator,1996
Facilitate open discussions about modern, urban poetry and prose.
Recite original poetry, conduct question and answer sessions.
Bridgeport Board of Education After-school Program / Lighthouses in the Community
Facilitator,1994 - 1996
Created a curriculum for expression enrichment that included an educational program for school-age children within Longfellow and Curiale schools. The same program was also conducted for the Bridgeport Board of Education Summer Youth Program.
From The Center for Women and Families, she received a
Certificate in Sexual Assault and Domestic Violence Counseling,1998
• Workshop Facilitator
• Poetry Dramatist / Orator - Program Specialist
• Community Outreach Worker - Volunteer Coordinator
Josephine DixonBanks Poems
Blaming Poverty On The Poor
Give us your deprived, your malleable muddled masses hoping for a gentler taskmaster Welcome to the multi-trillion dollar industry, Poverty A.K.A, cheapest labor force
You gave her a baby doll Before she could walk You made her a mother Before she could talk
Mother Alpha & Mother Omega
Being born Black begins in Africa, The Womb The Sacred Marriage could not exhume Life and death—the bride and groom The Garden of Eden—the embryonic costume
A Woman's Eyes
Have you ever looked through a woman’s eyes To try, to understand why she cries over a broken finger nail Have you ever wondered why she goes on loving When she very seldom gets the satisfaction she needs
A Man's Man
In this life there’s a certain breed of man Who dictates to all males thru out the land If you don’t live up to their expectation You’re not a man in their estimation
Make a Crying Woman Cry Harder
Because I closed my eyes to reality my whole world became a phantasy I spent my life in an artificial situation I gave my sincere love to a false-hearted man
The Bill, For The Bill of Rights
The political-democracy picking the aristocracy Like the slaves picked cotton We the people are totally forgotten We the people are totally forgotten
Wide World of Intellectual Iliteracy-WWI...
Slavery Institutionalized Slavery You didn’t take me away from aplace You extricated me from a sacred space Me
God's Gunna Work it Out
As the bombs shattered people’s entrails The screams of horror did not assail Organized violence against humanity
Slave Ain't Nothin but A Slave
Graduated from college got yo degree Thought sheep-skin would set you free Make a lot of money, pillar in society Corporate success, wall street notariety
I Am the M.A.N. Manifested Attitude in ...
I Am the incomparable female My mistakes never fail With existence I do entail The unwritten consciousness
Pardon Me for Being A Woman
Your arduous desires were like condensation When thngs got hot evaporation Coming home to me is a drag When I try to get your attention, I’m a nag
Sorry, for your loss
The name tag, now has a toe tag Tailor made suit, a body bag Sorry, for your loss
The New Inner-City Slave Plantation
The now-a-day slave or labor force The ruling-class determines the course The political master’s pastor contorts Politics and policy aborts
The Glory of The Blues
The Blues, The voice of God crying out
The umbilical cord, source of all animation
The Blues is greater than the abyss
The holy creator of gut feelings
Somebody put God in the Blues and they started calling it, The Gospel
The Blues is so powerful, it’s androgynous