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if i wasn't black

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if i wasn't black i can't imagine waking up stretching my limbs imitating a body of Christ  with the eyes of the devil a despicable tongue  doused in hate speech  & a heart full as the moon  streaming cold blood living in memory of a heritage  notably celebrated for the oppression  of black men women and children  every damn day of my life  💜D'ElegantOne 

Wednesday Poetry Prompt: Black Gardenia

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Wednesday Poetry Prompt: Write a flower poem.  Black Gardenia  I'm the genius of my genus The refinement of my generation  Saturated with agile strength  as I grow fully under the light of the Son Blossoming in bright black beauty  woven in the wisdom of love  with lobes of inner beauty  overlapping the delicate  patterns of my imperfections  A soft composition of  depth soul & velvet celebrations Breathing in aspirations & inspiration Partially in the shades of my mystery  I am the keynote scent  of the sweetest romance  A fancy relish of black honey to tongue Smooth ebony pleasant to elegant eyes  & an exotic dream to touch 💜D'ElegantOne 

Wednesday Poetry Prompt: Ruby Jubilee

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I'm back with another poem. Did you miss me poeming a poem a day (PAD), yay or nay? 😆 I was inspired and decided to join the poets in on the Wednesday Prompts, too! In celebration of my 40th year of life and my Grandma Ruby's passing (May 2017), I wrote this poem. Wednesday Poetry Prompt: Write a year poem. Ruby Jubilee I'm four decades of love, still burning the wick of life. A birthstone conceived out of the fire and desire of mother and father. A hot sapphire, pushed and mined from the Motherland of my mother. A living vessel of virtue and vibrancy, thriving in dreams and breathing in loving memory of my Grandma Ruby's ancestry. 💜D'ElegantOne 

PAD Challenge Day 30: A Poet's Garden

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PAD Challenge Day 30: Write a harvest poem. A Poet's Garden In my right hand, my pen is a sharp, fine,  thin, black, beautiful hoe. Along the bed  of an empty page, is where she lives and loves to sow sweet seeds from thy own  heart and soul, for the world and I to reap lyrical flowers that grow in memory of one in a million of my emotions sown.  In times of weeding, I weed strength,  courage, and wisdom together-plowing  righteousness with tenderness through my  agony, jubilee, and uncertainty into another  soul-- like birthing life to roses to raise love  in love poems; like baby breaths grasping,  sharing my first breath of new rhythms and  rhymes; like sweet peas for all of my sweetest  imagery; like lilies in memories of my mountains  after reaching the divine comfort of a valley;  like sunflowers boldly yelling at the world to stand tall in resilience and to keep heads  high in the midst of torrid times; li...

PAD Challenge Day 29: Poem in My Passport

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PAD Challenge Day 29: Write a pocket poem. Poem in my Passport I got a poem in my passport called If You're A Beggar, Be a Chooser Too . Come here, I'll show it to you. See! Right here, between the black back cover page of my left and right sleeves, beside the currencies of 1 Bahamian, 5 Euros, 7 Bermudians, 7 Barbadians, 20 Carribbean guilders, and 25,000 Rupiahs is a free villanelle from Courtney Dowe handed to me in Washington, DC, after I recited some poetry. From poet to poet, I'm happy she gave it to me- 'Cause I didn't have to be a beggar, only choose these words for keeps. 💜D'ElegantOne 

PAD Challenge Day 28: Two-for-Tuesday: "Human Love Subjects" and "To Be A Hater, or Not to Be"

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PAD Challenge Day 28: Two-for- Tuesday: Write a love and/or anti-love poem.  Human Love Subjects I love studying the whole heart of you  as you heart the biology of me You're always hypothetically  determined to solve what and who we could be I love surveying our history Yours is almost identical to me Full of evolution, purpose,  resilence and self-efficacy Together always valiantly sharing  why when and where we should be Making life more interesting and interactive when we intervene  I love the analytics of your attitude and how it measures a space  for vulnerability and sensitivity You're always processing the raw  even in the gray area  of your own inaccuracies  Generating softer patterns  for me to discover  a better you with me To Be A Hater, or Not To Be to be a hater  verily ye must hate   everything the nature of someone else  even the nature of thyself thy lips of thee heart  always spewing i...

PAD Challenge Day 27: Music Junkie 🎶 🎵

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PAD Challenge Day 27: Write a fan poem. Music Junkie if music was a drug  i'd be a devoted junkie never in pain forever out of a silent misery ears constantly fiending for a melody as genres track after track medicate me soul floating on cloud nine while words and sounds stimulate me regulating my blood pressure and boosting my energy  Dopamine running rapidly as iTune euphorically happily dancing composing or casually listening  💜D'ElegantOne