Black Poetry : hold up, gurlfriend...

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the near north
I watched, from a bench, as she crossed the park
Framed by the glow of the sky before dark
A form fitting dress caressed her beautiful frame
Eyes, dark and lovely, as I asked her name

“what’s up playa?” she said with a smile
“the name is Barbara. You can put it on file
better yet, my brutha, here’re the digits, too
toss’em and you’re mine. Now, do what you do”

she sauntered away as I stared after her
confident…secure…not said but inferred
her body spoke volumes of what she could do
all I could think was…”**** boo”
 

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