Zebra Child
I’m not black
I’m not white
I’m a Zebra Child.
My father skin is fare like a pinkish cloud.
My mother skin is dark like coco.
My skin is both swirled into a light caramel color.
I’m not black
I’m not white
I’m a Zebra Child.
My eyes are hazel with a hint of blue.
My hair is kinky yet manageable.
While I have African hips
I also have European lips.
I’m not black
I’m not white
I’m a Zebra Child.
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Beautiful Me
They look at my dark complexion and they laugh.
But that don’t bother me.
For I’m beautiful.
Beautiful me.
I love my wide nose,
and thick lips.
I’m beautiful.
Beautiful me.
Now, my hips are wide,
and I got a lot of junk in my trunk.
But I’m beautiful.
Beautiful me.
My hair may be coarse,
And my breast are not enhance.
But I’m still beautiful.
Beautiful me.
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From the Heart of a Child
When I was born no one want me.
The called me baby girl I had no identity.
I was in this world alone.
I had no place to call home.
At first I thought I go through life with no where to belong.
Fighting to survive all on my own,
but then I met you.
A person who made all my dreams come true.
For you gave me an identity.
You made my dream a having a home a reality.
Although you weren’t the mother of my birth.
You’re the only mother I have loved on this earth.
I would like to thank you mother for making me feel worthwhile.
This poem is a tribute to you; from the heart of your child.
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Little Black Boy
A Little Black boy was born one late winter day.
He’d be lucky if he survive through the night the doctor did say.
But he did more than survived.
The little black boy lived.
And yeah problem arose because he did not have enough air to breathe.
He ended up with Cerebral Palsy.
But that did not stop that little black boy.
In fact it gave him the will to fight even more.
He had trouble with speech he could barely be heard.
But he overcame that and became a master of spoken word.
My life is not over but this part of it I felt need to be told.
Because I’m proud to admit I was and am that little black boy.
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Too Long
It’s been too long since I felt the soft touch of a woman’s hands rub my bald head.
It’s been too long since I felt the gentleness of a woman’s lips press against mind.
It’s been too long since I cuddled with a woman’s head up against my chest listening to my heart beat.
It’s been too long since my tongue has slipped between a woman’s thighs and her juices drip down my throat.
It has been too long since I have made love to a woman and felt her inner walls pulsate.
It has been too long since a woman made my leg shake as I climax.
It’s been at least nine months and that’s far too long.
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The Old Masters
At night in the dark of silence I hear the voices of the old masters.
I hear Homer reciting his odyssey.
I hear Edgar still screaming nevermore.
Gwendolyn voice echoes we so cool.
While Elizabeth is still counting the ways she loves Robert.
All the while Robert tells Elizabeth how she was his love in a life.
Out of the echoes of the night comes the voice of Shakespeare one of the greatest old masters comparing love to a summer's day,
and as I listen I hear dark but powerful Plath speaks of death.
Now as my eyes grow heavy like a lullaby in the night the voice
of Hughes puts me to sleep with his words of a river.
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I Forgot
Hey, it’s been so long since I have seen you.
I had to think awhile just to remember you.
I forgot the brightness in your smile.
I forgot gleam that shines in your eyes.
I forgot the soft sweet taste of your lips.
I forgot the way you used to make me move my hips.
But wait minute before you try to ease in my arms.
Because I do remember why we did part.
I remember the harsh names that you used to call me.
I remember the hurt you used to cause me.
I remember the last time we were together and you
nearly choked me to death. So you can keep
on walking cause the abuse I remember.
Don’t you even think that I forgot?
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The Gathering
The Gathering
The time has come once again for the gathering. We come to together to laugh and hug filling the universe with our family’s love. At the gathering we will also reminisce about all the love ones we miss. Some of whom just could not make it, and the others who can now only be with us in spirit. Now with some of the memories we will be sadden but we must not let our spirits be dampen. Because this the time for love, hugs and laughing; we are family and this is The Gathering.
I Dedicate the poem to The Smith Family Reunion 2009
May not be there physically this year but my voice will always be with you.
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When will I be Loved
I’m in my late thirties now and in all these years I have never felt loved.
Which has me now asking the question when will I be loved?
Will I be loved before all my hair turns completely grey?
Will I be loved before the sun sets this very day?
When will I be loved?
Will I be loved while I can still remember what love means?
Will I be loved tonight while I dream?
When will I be loved?
At times love has seemed close enough that I could reach out and grab it, but as I reached I realized love was not as close as it seemed.
Love is my white whale and just like Ahab the chase is driving me mad.
When will I be loved?
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Touch the Sky
I’m often like a little child
I look up at the clouds
and then I reach my hand up
in an effort to touch sky.
See I believe if I
touch the sky then
just maybe I will
shake the hand of
the creator.
And after I shake the creator’s
hand then maybe I get the
respect I deserve.
Maybe I will no longer be looked
at as dangerous because of
the complexion of my skin.
Also maybe I will no longer be belittled
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