Celeste M. Crenshaw

Hayneville, Alabama, USA

Celeste is the CEO of her own music label, entitled C'Nice Records. She's a writer of music, poetry, and a book. Her poem can be found in the National Library of Poetry anthology entitled "Etches In Time." Her album was released May 24, 1997, and is entitled "Down Low Bama Style." She's the author of a new book to soon hit stores entitled "Don't Stand A Chance." The book addresses several issues of today's real life society. The book is under contract with publication from CommonWealth Publications Alberta, Canada. Celeste is the winner of The National Library of Poetry Editor's Choice Award for 1997, and a member of an organization entitled (SUBIW) Strong United Black Intelligent Women. She is also a member of the C'Nice Community Foundation. She enjoys helping other young people achieve goals they think are impossible. As well as keeping in good company with the elderly senior citizens of her community. "I think everybody should see the good in somebody, so that everybody could feel like someone." Anyone interested in purchasing a copy of her music or interested in her writing abilities should contact C'Nice Records/Kay JayDeniya Publishing in Montgomery, Alabama at 334-269-1117 or 334-563-7893.

Remember Me

I stood by you, I never left your side,
I loaned you my sweat, my tears, my body,
I held your hand in bondage, My colored skin,
It helped you keep your pride.
I helped you fight your battles, I loaned you my heart.
I gave you everything, that the white man did not take away
From me. Yet, it is so easy for you to betray me
I even gave you life, still you have forsaken me.
Why is it, you don't remember who I am?
Am I not your pride anymore, has my dark skinned shamed you so?
Shamed you so that you can no longer love who I am,
Or who I've become. I'm your sister, why are you not my brother
Why not love me enough to show me, that all our togetherness
will be cherished. Our hearts are as one, Oh yes, I know you.
Why is it you don't remember who I am?
When you look in the mirror, and can't figure out, who you might
be, you will see a real Black Woman, The one you can so
easily betray, and take for granted.
Then and only then, will you be able to recognize and forever
Remember me. My name is, Your Real Black Woman.