Shahara’s Poem Ayodele (Wordslanger) Nzinga we sistas the ever soft reception never diminished multi dimensional tight as curls of crisp brown black hair over moon pie chocolate eyes never safe in our own skin sistas forever wounded in the houses of friends bleeding tears silently we carry on we sistas mean evil black dark like shadow on sun no bluest eye no doors held open we claw we climb we bruised we keep going carrying our own bags we sistas waiting to be another jewel sapphire says we sistas mojo mumble us whole we sistas sista I see you walking by the Nile dragging peacock feathers in pearly black sand dreamed you bathing in honey leaving chocolate milk in the tub sista we never Cinderella snow white or the Christmas angel I see you shinning forth shine sista I say your name to the north wind I gossip about you with the moon who shines in you who holds your secrets dear we sistas forever blooming holding growing overcoming sumpthin cuz we sistas livin up to livin with livin in spite of sista I adore you
you me when I look at you I see me playing jump rope, holding grannies hands, and sneaking Ms. Ivy’s peaches Ms. Ivy said she sprayed the tree we ate the peaches anyway sista we still looking for the sweetest peaches still climbing other peoples trees sista here's to planting seeds of our own. |