Afrocentric
Africana, Serengeti kaleidoscopes
I painted with Zebra isotopes
My ethnicity abounds from my
afro follicles.
Black fruit with pink middle
My garden cultivates Nubian yokes
forever bound like
Sampson tied to temple pillars
pulling with all my might
there was a time I discredited my blackness
Curls, waves, relaxer and activator
Wanting my soul to glow
Not knowing the image reflected
back from Eden's pool
was God saying Lou is that you?
Confused, thinking my tar tone
big nose and lips were haunting
but I know now it was only God calling,
Blackness awakening
Fist held high, my race
breathed relief “sigh” long drawn out
like an exhale that comes from that tired place
that place where all you can say is "oh, well"
and the inhale brings peace you don't understand
but you feel God placing your clay in order
We are what we've been denied
We are what we've been holding inside
We are the kinky, curly course shaft
the vein for all that is possible
and grows into a beautiful black afro
that thing hands can't get enough of
beautiful by default
Thoughts of ugliness
take a walk.
Blackness, as round as
Erykah Badu's Afro
The circumference of us is this:
we are colored with spiritual isotopes
and what we need most
is the straightest line to love.
Put a part in it
O' how magnificent!
Copyright © Ts Lewis | Year Posted 2016
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