STRONG BLACK WOMAN
I want to speak of foolish things
The cooper color of yo’ skin
Yo’ hair roped through my fingers
Veins bulging blue-black
Through rippled arms about me.
Don’t want no words for nothing mo’ now
Don’t want to speak of revolution
Or the way you speak and there is pain - Centuries old – Calling from Black places
Only Blackness can hear.
Don’t want to fix it all the way I do.
God before massaSay,
“He ain’t nothin’ but a chile, suh”
Don’t want to salve no heart
Don’t want to bind no wounds.
I only want to lie in the peace of you…and me
And watch you breath
Like life Ain’t nothin’ but a party.
I want to speak of foolish things!
I want…to NOT be dauntless!
I want…to be…ANYTHING…
Billye Okera© 2005