My Precious Queen Poem by Ekwueme Kelechi

When you throw at me those smiles
I catch nothing but life
Life calling from your eyes
Down to the opened casket below your nose

I'm certain
Your teeth were made of diamond
They're the reason the day came to be
They're the reason I see

You look African
With those beads of love
All over you
Ah! Was your mother the first made beauty?

This lips of yours
I will carry this jar
To the altar of our culture
To tell her custodians of my bewitchment

(C)EKWUEME KC