Black Poetry : On Her Head She Wore The Crown

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MJ

 

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for Cleopatra

Her prophecy was the fulfillment of great legacy,
her fate, to die a slave,
by her design, she breathed her final breath,
determined to serve no man…
she, a born leader,
perhaps Africa’s greatest queen,
manipulating with the appeal of intelligence,
she controlled the minds of kings,
her beauty, legendary,
around the world they carved her face in gold…
many claimed her methods ruthless, vile,
she did what she felt necessary
so she’d always retain hold to…
mighty Egypt,
the empire that fed upon the Nile,
no other land’s majesty
so greatly proclaimed,
to discredit its greatness,
many held in denial
the power of the mighty queen…
female pharaoh,
midnight’s enchantress,
the light of stars shone in her eyes,
men sold their homes for
the fantasy of parting her thighs,
and even in her own demise
she stood her own ground,
mighty priestess,
deity to her people,
worshiped, heralded, admired, proclaimed….
mighty Cleopatra
the African sons
still call out her name

Poet A Tarheel Poet,

This is a wonderful narrative poem. This piece is crisp. It does what its suppose to do and that's share its splendor, educate and paint a beautiful picture. It walked in majesty from the page. I enjoyed this piece.Thanks for sharing.

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