A Poem For Chiquita
Have you any idea how much
Your history affected me?
The boldness of your emblazoned beauty
(both previous and beyond)
Sent chills up and down my spine
Until my stupor turned to song.
What’s wrong
With me and others free, thinking
You’ve got it made. What’s the problem
After all, when all was yesterday?
(Don’t bother me with your righteous thoughts
I’ve given all I can).
O so few seem to realize
How far history’s shadow stands.
Casting light in scattered beams
On those with open eyes;
(In the dark there’s still the spark
Of beauty where blackness lies).
Deep inside your uniquely unequivocal mind
So keen to catch love’s call;
Despite the past you know what lasts
Inside, and share it with us all.
Copyright © Terrell Martin | Year Posted 2011
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