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Lila Robinson Poem
She is my angel
my comfort
my support
my guide
She sits on a golden curb
Her cheeks held by two delicate hands
A light radiates her from behind
making her holy wings,
glow, and shine
Her wings stretch wide,
free, and light
Helping to express her voluptuous figure,
She has round hips,
full, chocolate rose lips,
and a bust that holds the nature of motherhood
She is my angel
my happiness
my joy
my pride
Her smooth blackberry legs
dangle in the breeze
Golden rings, circle her wrists,
humming the angels song as they hit
Fingernails of peach,
defining her uniqueness,
Her hair pulled into an afro puff,
showing she never forget who she was,
as a women,
a black women
She is my angel
my elegance
my beauty
my charm
Thin cotton white fabric drapes over her
The arches of her flawlessness covered,
exaggerating her purity
She moves with grace
to the melody of a child’s laughter,
Sparkling white teeth show themselves
as she smiles,
loving life
and all that she gives to it
She is my angel
my strength
my wisdom
my courage
Her eyes bright,
calm, and focused
Watching life, as it passes so quickly below,
Her heart does’t not cry
for the broken,
Her soul does not give way
to desires,
Her mind does not worry
about tomorrow,
because she holds hope
as strong as her prayers,
and as thick as Jesus’ beard
She is my angel
My great grandmother Dagmar
My mother
My aunts
The women who love children
The women who inspire
The women of faith
She is, my black angel
Copyright © Lila Robinson | Year Posted 2006
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Lila Robinson Poem
When you look at me,
what do you see?
Do you see the curve of my cheek
and the way it's smooth
like a spring petal?
Do you see the bend in each of my eyelashes
and the mark of each freckle?
What about the curl of my shoulders
or the arch of my spine?
No. Of course not.
That would be silly, to take time and admire
every inch of my beauty.
To see the structure of my arm
and the length of my nails.
To see the twist of my hair
or the richness of my skin.
Not to mention,
the perfection of my toes
or the elegance of my ring finger
Yes. Of course.
That’s un-thought of.
No one takes time to consider
beyond what they can get…
But my body is like a waterfall
it pours beauty naturally, without effort
And it is more than
what’s hidden between my legs
and what dangles below my chin
My body is sacred
and untouched.
It is divine, to the utmost degree
So next time you look at me,
look again,
and take time to acknowledge
what you see
Copyright © Lila Robinson | Year Posted 2006
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Lila Robinson Poem
The rose stands strong
prideful and protective
Thorns cover its stem
Providing protection from the harmful:
the hands that can caress it
But the bud, the bud is light
and soft, and beautiful
The bud is the key
the center, the heart
Only it can be broken
and loved
Because of this, petals fall freely
they lay in the breeze
and drift like a gentle song
I am that petal, because
He knows exactly how to love me.
He holds my hand
when we walk
And he listens to my words
when I talk
His lips lay soft kisses on my eye lids
to take the tears away
His fingers caresses my stomach
to take the pain away
With his arms, he holds me tight
welcoming, allowing me to drift even farther
With his hands, he massages my feet
comforting me, after a long long day
On his knees, he prays for me
With his mouth, he sings to me
He feels me up with wisdom
and courage for the next day
He stays with me, no matter where I go
I speak his language
because he’s created mine
He’s nurtured the rose in which I’ve fallen from
And taken my thorns away
Leaving me with a gentle beauty
I flutter in his presence because
He’s the only one who knows
exactly how to love me
Copyright © Lila Robinson | Year Posted 2006
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Lila Robinson Poem
I see my siblings
they’re getting older,
bigger, sweeter
I can’t help but smile
as I watch them grow
It’s almost as if they’re my own
The four of them together
they play,
and they fight
Yet they remain apart of my royal kingdom
I wonder who they’ll be,
who they’ll marry,
what they’ll do,
how they’ll change someone’s world
I pray for their happy innocence
to remain
So that the harsh reality of this world
won’t kill their rich spirits
I want them to learn to pray
and accept their Savior as their own
I want to leave this place knowing
they’ll be ok
Knowing that someday together
we’ll hold hands
and walk the streets of gold
I need them to understand
what love is
So that they know
I’ve always, and always will
love them
They are my Princes and my Princesses
they are the jewels in my crown
my reason for breathing
Copyright © Lila Robinson | Year Posted 2006
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