Thoughts. Ramblings. Heavy-hipped. Mango-obsessed.

Her Own Truth...


When I look in the mirror,
I see a goddess,
with mangoes for earrings,
and armpits
shaped into    the map of Nigeria,
Fela Kuti   pulling & swaying her hips
to her own truth.


Her truth ain't produced by
mechanical smiles on TV who blah-blah about
wrinkles & shaving creams & grey hair


Her truth sits knee-deep
in the knowledge
that she was born   already enough.


© ebele - 2007

2 comments:

Candy Fever said...

I asked the Net to give me some beauty, and there you were! Wonderful wonderful poem!
Thank You!

Ebele said...

Hi Candy Fever

Thank you to you too. You're very welcome!

take care