Shampa Poem by Byron Cornell Ford II

Tears fell from her face
Her face now drowning with tears
She told me to leave the room
I was the cause of this teary monsoon
I took two steps backwards
Her chest filled with laughter
Laughter often occurs when anger’s capacity is absurd
I came at her mind blurred
Yelling possible truths that I heard
No longer letting the conversation defer
I questioned and questioned her
Her eyes leaked with disbelief
Lips quivering for their chance to speak
True she’s a freak under the sheets
But she’s too much of a lady to cheat
She admits the relationship isn’t at its peak
But the love that is shared is so unique
She kisses me on the cheek……
Tears dropp from my chin
I want to apologize, but where do I begin
Why do I get in her head like a bobby pin?
Constantly making her emotions spin
Going this way I’ll never win
I have to really search within
Like clothes, she feels so good on my skin
That comment causes her to grin
She smiles
I feel like if the lord returned 2nite she made my life worthwhile
Worth departing from heaven
&
Returning so soon
I feel like anyone who’s ever been called beautiful is just my baby’s lampoon
I wouldn’t take Brazil or Cancun
Over me & her under the moon
She brings so much to the table; sex seems like just a spoon
But I love them Cheeri Oohs
& the way she curls her toes
When all her curves are shown
Its perfection, I suppose
If the lord ever did compose
I feel obligated to expose
My Indian-American Rose