Saturday, February 21, 2009
His love is...
Fattening but delectable
Thick and detectable
Irreplaceable yet debatable whether duplicable
Completely natural
For...my...heart
Ooo honey...
Sweet to taste
Palatable paste
of desire, emotion and compassion
His love...
Saturates like chocolate sunshine
infused in strawberry wine
that get's better over time
Just...for...me
Hot when heated
The way he looks at me
Umm, umm, umm...
It's unrepeated
His love is...
Tangerine lemons
Fresh cotton and jasmine
Poppy seed warmth
Rain forest mystery and surprise
All wrapped in smooth, melodic flutters
of comfort
His love is...simply beautiful.
Friday, November 28, 2008
Invisible Black
Here one day, washed the next
assumed by some as society's pest
Your inherited hue
seems cursed by most
and you'd rather wear it like an invisible cloak
there but not…
seen but forgot…
…felt and fated
loved but hated…BLACK
as Punaluu sand
beautiful like Nefertiti
but self loathed and cold
like sold old clothes
dismissed of worth but willing to
...a new mold – if told
you were whole
Shamed and blamed
"Blacks need change," you proclaimed.
Never unified
or on our side
because you were
an invisible tide…
riding the waves
of justice, equality and opportunity
Easily swayed with," I'm not like them."
as if
your black was somehow "different."
You can't voice "INJUSTICE" in
because in your world, they were suspicious
Your college education
wont alleviate hate
So your invisible cloak
is a joke to folk
who know…negro yo bills past due too.
Humph.
Black aint ghetto.
Black aint a stereotype.
Black is …black.
Beautiful, complex, solid and completely visible.