Kenny Fame

Published: November 11th, 2014

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Kenny Fame is an African-American poet who was born in Paterson, New Jersey. He currently divides his time between living & working in both UK & NYC. He was a recent graduate of Cave Canem’s 2011 & 2012 Poetry Conversations Workshop classes with poets:Bakar Wilson & Kamilah Aisha Moon. As of 2013 Kenny Fame has added singer/songwriter to his list of accomplishments & he will be launching his own production company, focusing on his play-writing, songwriting & selected works of poetry. Kenny Fame is now a recording artist that goes under the name Levi. His song "Ain't No Biggie: is currently making its way up the Dance Charts. His album "Kenny Fame: The First Album" is available everywhere now. Fame is also the latest artist to emerge out of the Philadelphia music scene in recent years; although he is based in Harlem, NYC. His breakout hit single "Rejoyce" proved very successful on local Philly radio stations, and spent the early part of 2014 perch atop the #1 position on the daily request line countdown; it in fact spent over a month in the top ten list, only to be replaced by two other K*Fame song's: "All Across The Nation" & Ain't No Biggie", off of his upcoming album "#FameNation". K*Fame is rapidly steadily building a following on social media & has nearly 20k followers on Twitter & nearly 2K on Facebook as well. His fanbase is constantly growing with 1000 registered fans added to his mailing list & growing massively every day.

When a Woman Loves

The drapes that hang from her windows are all 
tainted by envy, with attached fringed val-
ances, pushing against wind.   Fawn’s the col-
or of her precious whippet; but every 

time her window open's,  he’s off and run-
ning,  again...  It seems like often times when 
winter sneezes, she forgets to cover
up her mouth.    Her, mama always warned her 

that she must never eat collard greens cold 
and she must make sure to properly soak 
them in salt water; sometimes overnight
to make sure all the grit has fallen off. 

Sometimes late at night, she still looks through those 
heavy drapes, waiting, for her lost whippet.  

Triolet: Franklin Avenue (Brooklyn)

Smell of sour exhaled through these
streets. Alive. Buds bloom into blank
stares. Chocolate stuff blazes brownies.
Smell of sour exhaled through these

refer burnt lips.  Kiss, taste like trees.
Searching, for the next kid to shank.
Smell of sour exhaled through these
streets. Alive. Buds bloom into blanks...

References to Helmet Newton Makes Me Hot

He’s still amazed at how a 
coffee table book, can brighten 
up a room -- any room in the 
house in fact.  Was a gift from a
friend.  Wrapped in a red satin bow; 

crack open its pages, and guest 
can sit and be entertained; thus 
inspiring conversation...
He’s still amazed

at all the visuals; accompa-
nied by captions and small blocks of 
text, as opposed to long prose.  Scrawl-
ing with nature.   Page size big enough to carry any 
given image inside it’s folds.
He’s still amazed.