Poetry is a great many things
to each poet you see,
Poetry even has various meanings
as to what it is to me
...
Women with words
Work wonders with
Amazing anecdotes and
Analogies,
...
I like being brown
Caramel with red undertones
I love my thick lips and wide nose
I can create kinky masterpieces from my locks
...
In my single parent 'hood.'
Black mothers rise before dawn
Kitchen lights blink on
Maybe a minute or two
...
I reach for you
Hoping that this is a dream
And you will return
From the garden, a rose
...
brotha’s be trippin’ sometimes
approachin’ sista’s with those lines:
“hey baby! ”
“how you doin’? ”
...
Sometime after midnight
Lonely lurked in my doorway
dressed in a hue of blue
...
Someone
Please save me from
Myself cause I can not
Stop being afraid of these words
...
Running
From destiny
I trip over my fear
Landing in the pocket of Faith
...
Alas
I must accept
Loves light has dimmed on us
Like the setting of the sun we
...
Alas
I must accept
Loves light has dimmed on us
And like the tide from the shore we
...
Baby of the Family The youngest of five I was born alive and ready The year was seventy-three Mom bore four before me But I was my daddy's first Grew up a Black Panther child Free and running wild My mom would smirk That's girl's a Bird And so I was named Never knew the difference between Dark skinned or light We was all black And that was what was right Education would be my ghetto pass Momma proved that Dragging me to class On her back Yeah times was hard But I never knew How hard Cause I didn't lack Anything Sugar water substituted kool-aid Out of bread and honey, doughnuts were made Tuna fish was like steak to me Who said we was poor? I had it good! My childhood memories Are full of fun times Halloween and Christmas parties Bruce Lee Movies only a dime? Saturday morning cartoons Playing Barbie in my room House full of love, laughs And Family)
Poetry Undefined
Poetry is a great many things
to each poet you see,
Poetry even has various meanings
as to what it is to me
Overall,
Poetry is the means
By which my heart communicates,
My mind finds the words
For these feelings and translates
Sometimes,
Poetry is my lover
My fantasies he fulfills
Beckoning me to crisp, white sheets
where my blacks and blues I spill
Or,
Poetry comes as a mysterious moon
appearing softly in the night,
age old secrets of the universe
he reveals to me with his light
See,
Poetry is my spirit
the connection to the Divine,
It lets me see what I am to be,
let’s me soar when I feel confined
So,
Don’t try too hard to define
What poetry really is
Just know that what you get from a poem
Is all a poet had to give
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