Black Poetry : Finding Home

jazzymoonchild

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You came upon me
unexpected
accidental
and shook my world
I didn't ask for it
can't recall a single prayer
Like a thief in the night
would be an erroneous description
for you cannot steal
what has been freely
given to you

Slow stroke of curiousity
blossomed into infatuation
melted and was molded like a master craftsman
into this four letter thing
that I can't shake
Lavishly licking my eardrums
seducing my cerebral with all things
took the common
and made it sensual

I'll admit it now, shamelessly
I became pressed
spent more time with you
than you spent with me
lackadaisically I strolled
with anotha brotha
wishing he were you
passing time
as visions of you danced in my head
@#$% a sugarplum

Like a field, I was open and free
your personal one stop shop
your 7-Eleven, your Burger King
You can have it your way
and I accepted whatever was left
on your plate

In loving you, and self-appointing you
My King,
I neglected to relish in the glory
of my own crown
allowed you to diminish me
as you called me Princess
and I thought it cute,
endearing, relaxing
like smooth jazz on a rainy night
knowing all the while
that I am a Queen.

Yes, you were a strong, black Nubian Prince
and I, a princess....when we were children

But before us stands a man and a woman
yet only one wears a crown
I want to need you, though that desire
brings hurt and vulnerability
it is necessary
to let you deep into my world

I have to know that you want to be there
unwavering, without doubt or reservation
my partner, not my GOD
Be that man for me
that protector, provider, ever present
in my life
truth speaker
lover, father to our seeds
and gladly I will sit
beside your throne
and call you my King
My Adam, and polish your crown

You must realize
that besides being beautiful
with all the bells and whistles
Your Queen, not mommi
not broad or itch
not skank, not chick
not hoochie or trick
has a crown encrusted with jewels
set upon her head, and intelligence to spare
I need to be stimulated on all levels
and not just with what's between your legs
I too, have treasure and know where its buried

I gave you rose petals
and yet you still chose thorns
until the cuts ran deep
and you began to look for home
this time, you strayed too far from the yard
and must find your way back
alone
If you wish to sit with me,
recognize my worth as your Woman
and all of me will open to you
I will take my place at your side
and watch you rule
for life.


jazzymoonchild, copyright @ July 2002
 

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