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allow your mind to be freed
soul and heart following close behind
that is poetry to me
Living a life in this world
horrible and not easy at all
to get away from this mind set
it's on poetry I call
My one true love, my first and last
floetically inclined I've become
a release that none other can surpass
it's always to writing I run
the deepest darkest inner most parts
where no one else dares to dwell
the only place that I can escape
God, how these words know me well
in the quiet, loud, light or dark
a world infested by words
infestation but one of delight
Tranquility-best thing observed
The fullness of my lips
Curvature of my hips
Straight down my back
then dip
That pretty brown round
Going down, down
I am a black woman
The texture of my hair
Do I dare go there?
Relaxed or naturally kinky
I can't please society
Short, long or braided
Still I am hated
I am a black woman
The manner in which I speak
Out spoken, never meek
Articulate slang
How I do my thang
Label it Ebonics
yet EVERYONE is on it
I am a black woman
My lover my friend
Stick by me till the end
Break offs hella propa
sho nuff a show stoppa
My struggle you can back
For you are my man black
I am a black woman
Strong minded, miss independent
Miss I can do it all myself
Is this why you’re alone?
Is this why your man is gone?
One of the greatest beings
Dominance is your thing
Where does the man fit in your equation?
You long for his touch
His time
And company
Yet when he comes around
You shun him away
What is this attitude you give off?
Queen, to excel we must let this go
What is this insecurity all about?
Queen, if you love your man
And you love yourself
How can you let his whereabouts
And the not knowing of them
Upset you so?
Cause you to lose your very essence
The thing that makes you the Queen you
are?
I don’t need a man
Is that true or can you not find one?
One willing to put up with the arguing
Fussing and fighting
Finger pointing
Queen, first point that thing at yourself
Are you without fault?
Did you drive him away with your arrogance?
And you, miss if he ain’t got no money
If he ain’t got no job
I don’t need him
Where do you get off?
Have you read the word?
Do you know why you are here?
GOD made woman of man
Get it?
WOMAN of MAN
Gold digging heffa’s
You are making it hard for us good Queens
Those who work daily
Struggle to raise our children
Sending our kings to the arms of “the
others”
Don’t get mad when you see them
It’s said they know how to treat our brothers
What are we doing wrong Queens?
Pointing fingers and whispering nastiness
And for what?
First point that finger at yourself
Are you without fault?
Did you drive him away with your arrogance?
Queens, we must get our acts together
Not one reason exist
That prevents
Us to have the Queendom we so deserve
But first we must
Start with the woman in the mirror
He was a natural born leader, a freedom upholder
speaking wisdom and truth, mind heavy like a boulder
not all about violence, let words be the action
gaining peace and unity was his one satisfaction
every young boy and girl of each race or each creed
shouldn't be discriminated against but be free
to play together, stay together all united as one
if he'd been given one more chance
I'm sure it would've gotten done
so lift our heads up high and raise our voices to sing
and pay a tribute to the man, Dr. Martin Luther King
His one and only dream was for blacks to be treated
like any other human therefore to be seated
in Congress as well as a presidential nominee
Supreme Court justice or whatever else we might could be
we should be equal, given the same rights
the only difference is the color between blacks and whites
because the knowledge we uphold comes within our minds
and Dr. King, helped us through some hard times
when we were being put down, stoned and out casted
without his faith, we wouldn't have lasted
He spoke for freedom among the black people
His word stood proud just like a church steeple
Everywhere he went, crowds cheered him on
much sorrow was felt, after he was gone
We've carried on his dream, one big fight's been put forth
he would've wanted it that way he had no time for remorse
He strived for something that he knew was right
to prove that blacks are equivalent to whites
He's looking down at our valley from the almighty clouds
His dreams are being fulfilled and the king is proud
so lift our heads up high and raise our voices to sing
and pay a tribute to the man, Dr. Martin Luther King
Heaven must be like this
what else could be this right
properly placed proportions
glistening in mornings light
unsure of what will come to pass
this place in all its splendor
a warmth that can’t be duplicated
immediately upon enter
soft as cotton, moist as rain
deep as a short mans pocket
heaven must be like this
so who am I to knock it?
Trumpets sound harmonious
hear the angels voices
how shall I partake in this
Far too many choices
how could something be so wrong
yet so right it feels
as if embraced by lovers fate
a rush so hard bypasses thrills
a taste so ripe my soul it drills
can’t fight the feeling yet you still
reach heights unknown, could this be real?
Giving of my own free will
stolen moments led to this
perfection I can not resist
my tongue is tied, I have a lisp?
Don’t talk, just listen I must insist
pearly gates and streets of gold
humble I become
a vision like I’ve never known
and to it I succumb
floating on imagination
Reality sets in
total bliss takes over
pulsating now begins
snug and tight fitting
Just right for the taking
experience can not explain
this love we have been making
Copyright ©2003 Chanel Vann Tillman