Little Brown Girls
Flow with me,
hear Queen’s spoken words of poetry,
about little brown girls',
journey from tragedy to spirituality.
Must love thyself unconditionally,
misty mirrors foresee,
chocolate candy sisters,
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,
with crooked shoes,
fitted for a junkie,
bare brown feet 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 her bawdry words,
of what misty mirrors foresee,
love has no boundary when testing the sea,
naive appetite copious,
not choosy.
HIV, maybe a baby,
possible life changes, taken vaguely,
little brown girl's search for love,
was practiced dangerously,
she didn’t ask any of them, if germfree.
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,
Dang!, Little brown girl said,
"He looks to good, to be sickly".
He said he was freaky,
said, no love here, because this [Censored] is free,
as he [Censored] her with his goatee,
about a minute, got in it, was over quickly.
He didn’t look in her eyes to see,
her love ripped painstakingly.
said he didn’t love her,
said he had more p*ssy to sightsee.
Why? Little brown girl’s love wasn’t stingy,
made her crazy…..that his love was,
only applied superficially,
am I not shapely_____enough,
missed meals chasin’ lily model stereotype beauty.
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.
Little brown woman, now as strong as the Sequoia,
makes loves that tastes of honey and myrrh,
know thyself is a gift given preciously,
not to a false image,
but created in the image of Adam’s Eve.
Misty mirror teaches Queen Sheba’s lesson clearly,
spoken words of little brown girls' memories.
Much Luv'~*PaintedDiary~*
Re: My poem inspired from Queen Sheba's Misty Mirror Spoken Word Message
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