That Gold *abla Poem by kwane Lamb

Over the years I’ve come to see…
Woman in many respects…
The beautiful and the complex…
O’ the thought…relaxes…
O’ the contacts…
What a fact of man’s life…
Be she, friend. Lover, mother, or wife…
Thinking twice…O’ how very, very nice…
A woman’s smile…before and after…
Relief…reliance…
A rock steady …if you will…
A medicine without the pill…
An inner healing…that is a (God) willing…
Treated right is an all day thrilling…
You can just chill and chill and chill …
Sweet surpassed whispers…
Deep, deep in the back of your mind…
Holding you together like glue…
What is a man too…do…(tap-dance) …
And sing (swing low sweet chariot) …
“The past to guilt begins with innocence”…
And no matter how flexible a female maybe…
Respect(is deserved of she) …
The jez-e-bels…or any mis-named…
Over the years has brought laughter…
And elated rains…easy going man’s…
Pain…praise… woman is not just…
An Ordinary soul… she, woman…
Is the worlds…pot of gold…
At the end of that imaginary …rainbow…
Respect… that gold woman…


*Abla is the sweetheart of afro-Arabian poet/warror
Antar the Great 615 a.d.