I'm a Growing Woman

Wednesday Poetry Prompt: Write a picture poem. picture this in a slow motion setting no fancy classic metal or wooden frames [picture this] enslaved Africans rising like the sun and the moon genuine black stars no longer in secret reading and writing English praying in tongue not waiting for Juneteenth building a novel Noah’s Ark naming it Motherland then fleeing the Americas [picture this] Jim Crow never born soiled whites and colorful fine linen and cotton are the only separate but equals [picture this] the bullets that missed President Obama missed  the I'm black and I'm proud   flesh of Martin Luther King Jr., Medgar Evers, and Fred Hampton too [picture this] Greenwood District conceived and perceived as a yellow brick road to blacks not green with envy to whites [picture this] from the beginning Carolyn Bryant telling  the truth and Emmett Till  survives the heat of the Delta in Chi-town he throws  the first pitch at a Chicago Cub or at the Jackie Robinson...

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: 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 

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: 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: 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