I’m a late night coffee drinker
Black-American woman, modern thinker
lover of color, colored lover
premature, unwed mother
they say, I’m a “strong black woman”, an “African Queen”
but my heart is weak, my sentiment, mean
my independence IS dependence, my patience won’t wait
my passion has settled, so for me, no soul mate
the hues of my canvas, red blood, burnt sienna skin
my eyes a shade of black, like looking into sin
the brushstrokes of my soul
paint my life, a story untold
in vain I’ve searched for company
so that the dark voids could be filled in me
and when I think I’ve found it, it runs away
leaving me in my demise, alone to face the day
that doesn’t phase me, my heart refuses to be broken
I’m not in need of trinkets, or silly love tokens
that’s right don’t you ever forget
I am the best woman you’ve never met
I am the train that keeps coming
the song that keeps humming
my honey is too strong for tea
and baby I’m everywhere you want to be
Such beautiful imagery! You are magnificent at painting a picture through your wordsmithing! Off to read some more now…
xoxo Dana
Thanks I appreciate your kind words!