I want to write a poem
About pretty black girls
Who don't relax and lie their dreams away
Voices that curl
The straight edges of history
Hair thin slices of a movement
Turning the world kinky
I respect the disciplined silent screamers
Who expose the holes
Emily Dickinson, I am climbing through
To your wooden shed of isolation
Where the robin's song
Robbed you of your sanity
I revere people to my own detriment
Perhaps you did too
But when I enter your hallowed hearth
Please don't turn me away
I want to show pretty black girls
How to look at their hearts
With eyes blaring at full blast
The way you did
Together we can build a bridge
To the promise in their faces
And pull them towards poems
By pretty black girls
Wearing crowns of change
this is a very intresting poem and it makes you think from other perspective
Is this poem written from your personal, own experience? Or you just wrote it from hearing about this from somebody who went through it?
An inspirational fragrance elegantly brought forth with clarity of mind and thought. A beautiful creation. Thanks for sharing Lebo and do remain enriched.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful