She had gold for hair
emerald made up her eyes
bronze for a nose
red rubies for lips
rich soil for skin
water between her thighs
flowers for fingers
plants made up her hands
so fruitful, the animal kingdom crowded her feet
no wonder Africa was raped!
She was bless too sweet.
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A Walk Through Brooklyn
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A Walk Through Brooklyn
PoetryA Walk Through Brooklyn is a collection of nineteen poems. It expresses the black experience from the vantage point of an African-American man. The poems deal with self-motivation, love, abandonment, and loss. The pictures painted through words will...
