QUEEN I!

Emotional roast, who are you mature eyed Nubian queen?

What song sings to the rhythm of your swagger?

What lotion lathers that softness in your touch?

And what colour painted that tone in your rich, sultry defined voice?

Were you a man, you would be suave, chivalrous and charismatic... Down to the core, but your being woman qualifies you all that plus; graceful, regal, intelligent and lived.

The world hangs on your hips and the truths of life curve with the tenderness of your lips

Your eyes; a fountain of a thousand stories told, traces of hurts undeserved, beams of affection and compassion practiced...to little recognition!

Your smile, a glow of ivory that illuminates and calms all that is around it. Your happiness and joy continuously gathered from strengths built and experiences outlived by your prowess and tenacity.

Who are you coffee skinned lady, skin inspired by the earth you tread on with such grace? Who are you my sister, with your back gone carried and born more loads than a tow truck?

Perceived weak because of your meek and tender method even by those you keep cradled in the recesses of your heart still?

Your silence often times mistaken for submission...still, you remain! Because you are a lot more than words spoke... or justification sought.

Who are you my sister and why do I see so much of you in me, or could it be I AM you? Yeah, that's it!

However undervalued and often unappreciated, the you, you are, is what has inspired great authors, artists and poets all the way up to the heavens! You are; God’s little perfect!