The black-haired girls are graceful, like gazelles,
Their haughty stares would strike a ‘lao wai' blind,
As they cruise on through streets, where rubbish spills,
Ignoring all, the poverty, the slime.
In knee high boots and skirts that lift the thigh,
In leathers, black, and frills and pretty lace,
They swing their hips so slowly, to invite
The dreams of men, who marvel at each face.
The teeth so white and straight, the lips that curl
In condescending fashion at each gaze,
The one brow arched, as if to look on down
From some great height they fashion from each frown.
If Gods and Godesses have ever walked
This petty planet's poor and pitted earth,
Those Gods have gone, the Godesses remain,
To haunt old men, who worship at their shrine.
Wish i had not dyed my hair blue and cropped it short and free Wish i were a born Filipino and title would read ''bout the lil me'. Fantastic. 'Uh! you call her dark Her dark Gazelle eyes i have seen...' a pinch of Tagore's stylistic in 'Krishnakali'.
Well articulated piece of poetry beautifully penned with conviction. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.
Does your wife know about your yellow fever you fat ugly ? terrible poem
Unbelievable but grey is the new fashion colour sweeping the world, for both men and women, waiting for the first good poem on grey not black :) Nice poem Mark, leaves me to worship all the other hair colours and black, a gentleman cannot slight crown hair adorned ladies, all women are always their parents beloved babies, may all women enjoy adoration moments of cat walk, when in beauty they walk the walk and talk the talk.
My cousin became one of those black-haired girls. She used to be a blonde but she dyed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Maybe its the reason why many old white men choosed to marry young black haired Filipinas for love or company? Nice poetry sir, top mark.