PaintedDiary

Little brown girls' Mothers
watching them hurl,
pieces of weave in the wind:
"Flow with me,
hear my words of poetry..."

I.

About a little brown girl's,
journey from tragedy to spirituality.

Must love thyself unconditionally,
misty mirrors foresee,
chocolate candy sisters,
yearning amour propre; yet lonely.

Witness illusive vanilla images,
exquisite nappy hair,
adorned with caramelized sugar skin,
_____they envy.

Some little brown girls walk straight lines,
flossin' crooked shoes,
some fitted for a junkie,
bare brown feet often decorate a gurney.

Enslaved by euphoria induced consequences,
of ganja and cocoa leaves,
tainted dreams, tears savor salty__and all of twenty.

"Little brown girls hear my bawdry words,
of what misty mirrors foresee..."

Love has no boundary when testing the sea,
naive appetite copious,
not choosy.


II.

HIV, a baby?, some labeled doxy
possible life changes, taken vaguely,
hear what your story could be.

A little brown girl's search for love,
was practiced dangerously,
she didn’t ask any of them, if germ free.

He said little brown girl was fine and sexy,
beautiful words to a little brown girl,
who is looking for any kind of love,
not a love that is deserving.

"Damn!" Little brown girl said,
"He looks to good, to be sickly!".

He said he was freaky,
said, "No love here Baby Girl, cause this "fuck" is free",
as he fucked her with his goatee,
got in it, took about a minute,
was over quickly.

He didn’t look in her eyes to see,
her love ripped painstakingly.
said he didn’t love her,
said "Thanks Baby Girl, now I got more pussy to sightsee!"

Why? Little brown girl’s love wasn’t stingy,
made her crazy…..that his love was,
only applied superficially.

Little brown girl screams,
"Am I not shapely_____enough!"
As she missed meals,
chasin’ lily model stereotype beauty.


III.

Misty mirror speaks wisdom loudly,
reflects back, her hair beautifully bushy,
blood purged,
no longer dirty,
pumps softly in every capillary.

Soul thirsts whispers from pedigree,
little brown girl’s body metamorphosed from HIV,
her intellect says study; maybe write a thesis,
for a degree.

Eventually….. her diary unfolds a story,
of a little brown girl’s life worth living,
education replenished, not from strangers,
but from loving family members,
who never stopped looking,
for their little brown girl,
faces reality of a positive result____yet surviving.

From African desert painted women in her family,
from every shade of wisdom____breathtaking.

Now, a brown woman, as strong as the Sequoia,
makes love that tastes of myrrh and honey,
Speaks proudly, "Know thyself is a gift given preciously,
not to a false image, but created in the image of Adam’s Eve".

IV.

"Little brown girls hear my bawdry words,
of what misty mirrors foresee..."

Misty mirror teaches a lesson_____ clearly,
the spoken words of little brown girls' tainted memories.