Long Denims Poems

the power of Black women walking together as a community 
to know that there's nothing we can't accomplish when we move in unity 
turnt, turnt, turnt up 
now ready to reach new heights 
animated, invigorated...

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My wallet,
Made of shining black leather.
I bought it a decade ago,
From a Lacoste shop.
It fitted well in the rear pockets
Of my blue denims.
It was happy,
Stuffed and loaded with notes,
Of different strengths.
It even looked overjoyed when
I...

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Rain beat on my window it’s a sound that makes me feel good, it makes me feel safe,
Drops racing down the glass changing direction, getting even bigger as they all clash,
Reminds me of when I...

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About This Poem
 It's In The Jeans
 The young man stood at the bus stop waiting for the bus
Along came the sexiest looking young lady he ever saw  
She had on tight, stretched blue...

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The young man stood at the bus stop waiting for the bus
Along came the sexiest looking young lady he ever saw  
She had on tight, stretched blue denims that marked her curves
Her shape was...

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Remember that day when you and I first met?
You were dressed in black denims, a purple shirt and flat shoes;
Your straight hair was pulled back in a neat and tidy way,
Exposing your beautiful face which...

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Boundless Blue

Born in a misty rainbow,
Blue slips out from her place
between her sisters Green and Violet,
painting the heavens azure,
covering the earth like the robe of Virgin Mary.
She floats into the ocean in a navy dress,
then...

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I was standing in front of 
A small roadside tea vendor,
In a city called Guwahati.
It was a pleasant morning,
In that otherwise dusty metropolis.
While I was enjoying a cup of ginger tea,
Under an exceptionally clear blue...

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PARENTAL ILLS

Fresh fallacy fall flat
Betwixt blenched beaux
Oldies goldies, modern crime
Lacerated denims, newish culture
Conventional crews, forgotten taws
Dearie draws near, dressed chamber
Old tent, increasing wails
Baggy laps, incessant sounds
Daunted, flabbergasted grips
Pleasurable, gratifying tips
Floppy fathers left in tears
Flooey spinsters...

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The sun had vanished, it was black as black,
The air was crisper than ice.
And the wire on the fence whispered a steady humming tune
To hundreds of kangaroo mice.

We’d broken down, in the middle of Australia,...

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He had glaring cold blue eyes
That I knew I was going to miss
Some blues are clear and so alive
But none compare to his

I could not read his like a book
I was blocked off by a...

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There she sits, in such pure and innocent beauty 
She thinks feeding the ducks is her newest duty
Her smile lights up the dark shadows on my heart
Sad that her hearing is much worse than we...

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The dungarees I used to wear
Were Levis, Wranglers, Lees;
There were no upscale denims then,
With fancy pedigrees.

They hugged my hips and fit real snug,
With bottoms flared like bells.
I wore them ‘til the hems were frayed 
And...

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Distances separate tomorrow, today bother why?
City streets and shops, neon lights and mall crops,
highways and cars, cafe frappe and chocolate bars,
low rise denims to woo, funky earrings and chic shoes,
blackberry and fruit cherry, discos and...

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She said:
Two days from now,
I am going to meet my Prince…
I am excited and nervous as I seem,
Geez, I am not prepared to meet him…

I don’t know what to wear,
I don’t know what to do...

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Where me cry,
Men don't drink much;
Where me stare
Till eyes are sore;
Women never come,
How did this one do!

Coming to me, she wears
Denims, short to show off
Beautiful legs;
I am busy clowning around for you.

She does not sleep,
Dreaming...

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Consuela and Sean
 
Through the nursery glass
Carlos Montero peeks at Consuela,
his twelfth, in the arms of a nurse.
 
Blood from the uterus
bright in black hair,
Consuela is raw, bawling.
 
The nurse takes Consuela
away to be washed...

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