I do remember someone once told me
That I could be whatever
I wanted to be
So, I decided to be black
The winter of one year a while back
When fall fell over the land
You found me in the shade
Resembling burnt sand.
But WATCH OUT come Spring
‘Cause I got’s ta do my THANG
And certainly
Honey Blond will bring
‘dem bees aggressively
Buzzing ‘round me
Stickers erect
Trying to suck my neck (tar)
But I’ll put ‘em quick in-check
Now summer is all together
The hottest weather
So blond - begone
In rare form I come correct
Sable, though lovely
Is unable to achieve the desired effect
So I chose Fire Red instead
And like Stevie you said
“It’s Hotter Than July!”
I say
Who are you to decide what hue suites me
I am the color I want to be
Yes, I am Revlon, Clairol &
I am
Dark & Lovely
In the Whirlwind is a poetic storm that frees history from the cages of corruption and puts it in the hands of everyday people. Words are weaved into a new fashion statement that has nothing to do with runways but everything to do with projects!
Welcome!
The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
Beautif
Afrika M.A.Abney