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Before the world told me…

Smile girl but not too hard

Speak up but not too loud

Shuffle long ,shuffle long’

chile- now I see

You have no eyes like me

You have no hair like mine

Your human qualities so undefined

quit trying,shufflin-

on my neck

Hold still

 Let me be…

http://www.writeforhealing.com/stories-by-you/2015/7/21/before-the-world-told-me

(Day 8)Blues Psychedelic

Soweto, dancing in my pocket.
A rainy- tapping kinda night.
Folding red chairs, popping in and out of sight.
 
Swaying in a journey,
waking up to Conga.
Gingerly bouncing down my greatest fears.
 
 
I’ve got arms so wide, I’m ready to touch the sky.
With dreams so big
Somethin good, bound to happen.
 I’m not dead yet!

Homage to My Hips by Lucille Clifton

Poetry PotLuck: I Love Lucille Clifton Homage to her Hips even though I am small frame I see my hips as magic too, and her words lift me…  the power in a woman…  Her Poem moves me to have that Self love talk in the Mirror  hey “My life loves me”…

Homage to My Hips
BY LUCILLE CLIFTON
these hips are big hips
they need space to
move around in.
they don’t fit into little
petty places. these hips
are free hips.
they don’t like to be held back.
these hips have never been enslaved,
they go where they want to go
they do what they want to do.
these hips are mighty hips.
these hips are magic hips.
i have known them
to put a spell on a man and
spin him like a top!

Lucille Clifton, “homage to my hips” from Good Woman. Copyright © 1987 by Lucille Clifton. Reprinted with the permission of Curtis Brown, Ltd. http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poem/179615

Day 5 (Fog) Crystal

Naw,naw naw.

Don’t go crying down my kitchen sink.

Shadow-calling God in Make believe.

Somewhere past the moon squares.

Where men are made of snow.

Fiery rains a comin,

Ya can’t fix stupid,  everywhere you go.

Poetry Writing Challenge Fog-Today’s form, the elegy ,poetic device Metaphor

Day 2, (Journey) All I have…

 

Can it Be?

Borrowed Love.

And she ain’t dead.

Inside my head.

Stupidly sitting.

.
On highways left side.

But she can’t spare, her own socks full of sorrows,

all because,

she borrowed love.

Day 2,Journey