venessa ambrose

Creature of perfection
Hidden in a complexion
Undefined by man's standard
Yet a beauty to behold
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Cry me a river,
The downpour of oceans,
The glittering waters,
Silent bleeding of your eyes.
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The fountain of strength
Lies in the certainty of death
The rope to life
Waiting for the knife
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I watched her leave,
Taking hearts along,
Creating memories of pains,
Written in blood,
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I believe in dreams,
The only light to a future,
Not yet sure,
Yet felt.
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This is a letter,
I must send to you,
I no longer wait for later,
My heart burns,
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Don't write me down in history,
In reference to my past deeds,
Works I derived no joy from,
Or mistakes of those years.
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My own angel
Gorgeous to a fault
With a voice of sweet melody
Blessed with grace that cant be bought
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Like the tears of the Niger,
The blood of the black lot,
Buried in asylum,
Deep within crude pain.
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Remember me today,
Think of our early years,
And all we shared,
Don't let any memory flee,
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I see mama
I see papa
I see me
Granny sleep on floor
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I am the tomorrow Woman yesterday talked about
That beauty coloured colour calabash.
Powdered from baked sunny rays of tropical days
She who the length of her bamboos pledges like a sea of no depth
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A new land
Of plentiful harvest
Lucent roots of colourful fruits brim filled barns
overpouring in coinage
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The storm cried,
Roaring thundering stole the sky,
The wind sang a sad lyrics,
Dead mournful lines,
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Bounded by blood
We chanted noisily
In our sacred grounds
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I am an african writer
with the melodious lyric
flowing rivers of endless music
with words filled banks
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On sighting those long black legs
I rearranged my skirt
To display my graceful curves
Of pure african blood
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In that illusion,
The celestial choirs sonorously chanted,
Giving symphony to the heavenly dancers,
The eager onlookers smile at such display of glamorous nuisancy,
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Have you seen Mr dreams today,
He canvassed through the villages earlier,
Melodiously visiting the male and female folks alike,
Delivering his bundles to all,
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No money
No honey
Its milk and sugar
When the pocket is heavier
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