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Louvenia Duncan Poem
Chocolate
Smooth, that’s what I am Smooth like silk
Chocolate layers of sweetness engulf my soul
Creamy, dreamy double layers of chocolate
The desired possession, but can’t you see,
I am preserved by God, His Specialty
I am the chocolate Sister
This is how God made me
From the top of my head Down to my feet
I am covered in layers of brownness,
like a chocolate sea
God got excited about his handiwork and decided indeed,
To add a touch of color
He chose the earth shade color of brown.
And he knew that He had created a MASTERPIECE
I arise every morning to a world of color
I behold the beauty of God’s creativity staring at me
As I rediscover my finely crafted face
A tapestry of color
I am a beautiful creation of the Most High
I am his handiwork
I am God’s masterpiece
Beautifully designed
Superbly adorned
Delicately detailed
Divinely covered in chocolate
I have God’s favor
I am God’s work of art.
I am a woman of color
Sweet and pristine
Just like Chocolate
Copyright © Louvenia Duncan | Year Posted 2020
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I wish we could have more than one
I think it would be so much fun
One poor man just won’t do
For some women not even two
One rich, one cute, one smart, one dumb.
Copyright © Louvenia Duncan | Year Posted 2021
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I once knew a man named Youth.
He lived nearby.
He had friends named Hope and Faith.
They lived nearby too.
The youth moved away.
Hope and Faith soon followed him.
They all moved to a town called Past.
I cannot find it. It is not on the map. It is gone.
My new neighbors are,
Mr. Arthur Itis,
Ms. Regret Decisions,
Ms. Hyper Tension
and
Mr. Permanent Mistakes.
They are not as much fun as Youth, Hope, and Faith.
I sure wish I could find the town called Past.
Copyright © Louvenia Duncan | Year Posted 2022
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Are you happy, yes?
Why do you want happiness?
What’s wrong with sadness?
Copyright © Louvenia Duncan | Year Posted 2021
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I knew a man named Noah
Meaner than the snake called Boa
Loved him still
Wasn't God's will
Sent him back to Samoa
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I refuse to keep living a colorless life
Wear black for business meetings, maybe blue
White shirt, black skirt
Even the colorless shoe
Don’t dare touch your hair
Remember how you were born
Forget the bright and bold auburn
Or else by some be scorned.
Keep your nails short and natural
Don’t dare try bright red
Keep your toes bound and cold
Man, this existence is dead.
You’re much too dark for yellow
Too large to wear bright red
Wear dark clothes to cover your fat
Or maybe gray instead.
The living room of earth tones
But I don’t live outside
I want bold walls that say, “Hallelujah”
Not lackluster walls that hide
Not A kitchen that says, I’m bougie
Dare not hint a color of life
Keep it white, beige, or cream
Even a colorless knife
Bedrooms that say, “I conform!”
Just tell me what’s the trend
I WILL NOT add color
I dare not bend!
A bathroom that’s also colorless
Because sophistication says, “Be soft.”
But, my spirit says, “Celebrate Life,”
Enjoy, play, explore, Paint the loft!
I want to paint my bedroom purple
Or maybe blue like the sky
I want walls that express life
Not a flat existence that makes me cry
I want a kitchen that is pretty
Filled with color and delight
A living room that bursts with creativity
Colors that excite your sight
I want a porch that welcomes with love
And brightens up even a gloomy day
Steps that express my personality
A house that colors the way
Life is too short to be boring
Express yourself as you want
Forget the Joneses and the others
Be brave, even color the font!
I see why kids are so happy
They wear yellow, green, red
Then they color pictures
And sleep in a colorful bed
Maybe we should learn from them
Enjoy life’s simplest things
Wear a bright color today
And don’t forget the bling-bling
Do it for you
Bright bold reds, yellows, and blue
Color me silly
Color me happy
For God’s sake,
Let me have some COLOR.
Copyright © Louvenia Duncan | Year Posted 2020
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Poverty
Poverty is like
Being squeezed dry
And then squeezed some more
Then wrung like a barely damp dish towel
And hung on the line to dry slowly
Copyright © Louvenia Duncan | Year Posted 2020
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I never knew love
Not the sweet romantic type
Now I am too old
Copyright © Louvenia Duncan | Year Posted 2021
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Louvenia Duncan Poem
Seat Taken
“Seat taken?”
Asked Jamal as he entered the first unfilled pew.
The lady looked at him and wondered if he knew.
Why is this young man here?
What could be the occasion,
An African American in a White congregation?
The usher quickly came near.
“Will you please move down dear?”
Once again Jamal asked the question, a frat “initiation.”
Anticipating their 3pm meeting,
Having filled this stage of his “subjugation.” His question he restated,
“Seat taken?
Copyright © Louvenia Duncan | Year Posted 2020
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A Beautiful Day
A Beautiful Day
It was full of bright sunshine
The sun makes me smile
Copyright © Louvenia Duncan | Year Posted 2020
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