Round lips and thickened hips
sheep fine wool, silk strong
a befitting crown.
The broadened bridge
that hold down fire and brimstone arms
endure struggle, embrace peace.
Bright brown windows
the infinite depths of her soul
Love, lies, fear and hope, she's seen it all.
The bubbly pears,
many rivers of tears have flown
nourished many lives, the art of his comfort.
Parallel gates of dravite
The pathway of blissful pleasures
the gateway for an unending continuum.
Indeed black; skinned, an envelope of:
Fierce, power and fluid motions
in every bit inimitable, in every way Queen.
Black and woman, as perplexing as may,
in the simplest of terms:
she's beautifully woman.
- Fimisola Samuel
5/24/2015
