Akili Amina has a poet’s heart and her lover is the Arts. She has recently written a book titled, “African Heritage, American Experience” soon to be released. Her work has been featured in three literary magazines, including Main Channel Voices and Budzushammer.
What is love, when its deeper than love?
There are no words for it in the dictionary
It cant be described in songs or in my poetry
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Hey Little brown girl, how’s the weather today?
When the rain comes, you can hide your tears
When the sun shines, angels listened as you prayed
They told him all he hears, they gave him all your fears
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In my dream, I was a graceful Angel
Whispering words, that flutter, halt offense
Members of their branch, stunt growth, they strangle
Immense debates fallen, hence, are past tense
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The entire world’s bosom thumped as one,
as eyes watched the sight of the collision
when Steel Birds with outstretched wings
commenced attacking cities, American
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In panic, drenched chest in sweat
Life under the sun’s canopy of have not’s
Banks beg for money, accounts in neglect
Loan sharks plead, as we sign on the dot
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