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
Her Own Truth...
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2 comments:
I asked the Net to give me some beauty, and there you were! Wonderful wonderful poem!
Thank You!
Hi Candy Fever
Thank you to you too. You're very welcome!
take care
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