Woman Kissed by the sun is my salute to the women who are of color everywhere.
A gift molded by the earth, softly nestled like gardenias blooming within me, a child now faced with foes stuck on my derriere, sweetly intermingling in despair, creating life in hues, like a beam of life's light, leaving petals that lace the earth as I leave silent traces of my being. Mother of the World, a woman kissed by the sun, voluptuous even in darkness, blinding hearts learn and lean on me. I carry the meek and the strong, go on and try to dictate my moves and commercially fail to capture my essence. That ultrastigmatic array of inner creativity. You are too busy trying to be me and not see me. Woman kissed by the sun, feel the rhythm of my drum. Run away as you attempt to sway my king with your thong but he is as whole and as strong as I and still no match for me, because I am free to be kissed by the Sun.
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Reviewed by Fergus Hancock
7/11/2007
Lovely writing, Darlene. Of all the world's love stories, the most telling... "Do not despise me, for the sun has looked upon me...."
Beautiful poem. The line "mother of the world, a woman kissed by the sun, voluptuous even in darkness, blinding hearts learn and lean on me", is a wonderful line.
Pecked to Death offers a refreshing perspective on managing the chaos of everyday life, encouraging you to take control and prioritize what truly matters.
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