Another Tall Black Girl

I heard the footsteps from the deepest deep of my ear, as you walked across the field. I felt the rob of the green grass on the soul of your sole. From the shadow, I beheld a towering figure, radiating the bountiful beauty of the black race, silhouetted against the sunlight. Every little blink of your eyes feeds my imagination with the picture of you running across the field to me in a conjugal gown. Every breath you take, carves you eternal spot here inside of me. I held so close to my heart the aura that comes with the greenness of your grin. I clasped to my chest, the wonder-fullness that surrounds your luscious laughter. Some steps closer, I saw him in your eyes. The “him” who owns you all. Alas, you’re just another tall black girl that wasn’t made for me.