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… But…A Strong…Black…Woman.
i echo the feelings of Netta, I did enjoy this
and even in the events of a black woman who don't know better there is strength there just not in use....
very interesting share
Reviewed by Netta Jack (Reader)
Reviewed on March 10, 2007
If I get this correct, this poem is about the moments when a woman wants to be a feel like a lady and nothing more. On that note, may I say I applaud the sentence structure you used - way down home so long ago. Loving the flow. And I must say I sincerly hope you are a sista. Kudos on the write.
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Thanks, Billye. Will come back.
and even in the events of a black woman who don't know better there is strength there just not in use....
very interesting share