Black Poetry : The Anthology Of A Woman

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  1. ASHANTA

    ASHANTA Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    The Anthology Of A Woman



    by Jacqueline Amos





    Is it that my hips are round?
    my breast lustrous ,
    and my body is built like an hour glass ,
    skipping no curves,
    as he uses me as his play toy,
    and move on to another,
    when he gets tired destructive to thy mind,
    castrating me of all my dreams.


    My lips that shines of guck ,
    and face painted with designers muck.
    Is it my thighs that’s lean?
    and my hair that shines,
    and the count of the strokes,
    when he enters my universe.
    Is it that I don’t have a mind?
    and my body is his play ground,
    Do I have a mind?
    are must I pretend I think with my hips.


    If I am plump and round without the crown,
    and the curves forms its on traits.
    Am I less than a women without the curves?
    do I bring him joy, love him with my heart,
    dose it make me less than a women ,
    if I am not a show peace?
    Shall I buy his love? and step aside,
    and allow him to use me as his door mat.

    Must I play the fool and loose my cool?,
    and bring him laughter,
    as he use me as a fool.

    If I love my God,
    wear my dresses above my knees?
    dose it make me a reject of the world.
    If I bare his children, and keep his home clean,
    and love only him, without breaking the rules,
    am I an idiot and fool for my man?

    Shall I be the whore and **** ,
    when he angers with stress?
    shall I be the punching bag,
    when the world makes him mad,
    shall I hold on to an illusion,
    that the changing of the season,
    he will be the husband ,
    I most desired in this life.

    Shall I be the man and the women?
    and raise his children,
    making an excuse for a boy,
    which is less than a man,
    as he walks away, dropping babies,
    within every women that comes his way,
    must I smile and say he’s a great man.

    Am I women worthy,
    more than what his justice stand.
    Shall I make excuses ,
    the world dealt him a bad hand?
    Must I turned my head ,
    for the like of father which he stands?
    Must I blame the world ,
    for the like of him being a man?
    Shall I sale my soul ,
    just to say I have a boy?,

    a man is to delicate ,
    to express the horrors ,
    of a imitations of a man.


    Shall I become desperate for love?
    and turn my back on those who shows love,
    for a ride in the hay,
    to be sicken with great disease,
    shall I forget about the dignity,
    that is honored by God?
    Shall I flash my body for the world to see?
    and call it freedom of expression,
    when I step into the circles of lust,
    desperate to be love,
    shall I teach my daughter that her body is sacred?
    shall I allow her to see me,
    act like a dog in heat.

    Shall I break all the laws of God?
    to please a man ,
    who has no honor to me are self.


    The illusions of exclusions,
    Nevertheless a whore is a whore,
    shall I bend the rules to please my man,
    In God he do not trust.
    Must I be manipulated and contradicted,
    and carry the role of a man,
    excluding the image of woman,
    I become the man.

    Shall I teach my son, that women are dogs,
    shall I teach him,
    that every women must represent,
    her self with respect.
    I the women the nurture of the Universe,
    If I live as a dog, I will stand up with flees,
    Shall I walk tall in the honor of women,
    that a true man,
    will treat me as the treasures that I am.

    Lets not forget that validation comes within,
    the humble of the heart,
    women of great love,
    shall never fall below the rims of great love.

    Nevertheless the empty space,
    love comes from within,
    when women loose her conscious,
    state she becomes the ***** of the earth.
    Weakness shall not encounter,
    the great intents of love,
    if the soul has no honor of self,
    Women who stands for nothing,
    will stand for anything.


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    LibertyLady Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    aww sista queen ... a heavey a deep one

    yes ......it was a long one but they say...""knowledge ""takes time
    respect respect respect respect.....rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrespect.
    powerrrrrr
    Ashanta bless.......
     
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    dang man, that was good. i'm at work reading this at my computer with my mouth hangin' wide open and people are asking me if i'm ok. this was really heavy stuff right here. talk about speakin the truth!!!! i really enjoyed this peace. it will definitely go in my book of favorites. thanks sis,
    Kim
     
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    ASHANTA ASHANTA ASHANTA !!!!!!!!
    wooooweeeee !
    my o' my
    ummmm hummmm !
    gurl that pen is awesome keep on flowin da ink sis....
     
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