Black Poetry : for the ladies of DC

Discussion in 'Black Poetry - Get Your Flow On!' started by Giovanni, Mar 20, 2003.

  1. Giovanni

    Giovanni Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    this is for the sistas
    who’ve stopp’d combin consciousness
    long enough for their minds to lock

    i’m a weaver of language, who knits you a tam
    to catch your thoughts

    ---the silken extensions
    hangin from your head
    like palm leaves

    this also, is for the sistas
    who vary in hue & speckle the city
    like black pepper, adobo, & accent

    who holds the sun like tangerine wedges
    in their mouths---rays spillin down the side
    of their incandescent smiles

    the sistas, who’s thighs fan out
    under dress slacks or stretch jeans

    who’s metronomic backsides
    stir the air like cyclones

    i’m comatose to the low drone of traffic,
    the cacophonous motion of DC in the afternoon
    ---the steam’d meats & spices, waftin from vendor carts

    scatter’d about the District

    i’ve planted you poems,
    grew you a tree of metaphors & similes;
    analogies are fruits i feed you

    like mangoes & sucrier figs
     
  2. N2urSoul

    N2urSoul Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    Gee - Oh

    This is superb!! Keep it comin'!!

    N2 :)
     
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    lilcherry76 Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    speechless..............(DEEP)
     
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