ebony skin
mahogany walk
brown sugar taste
leaves no space for
vulgar grasping
rancid stares
pungent phrases
she won't give up on them
because she needs them as much as they need her
she'll keep on loving them even though
their mentality has been transcribed
into habituated swagga
automatic pss holla bird call
with every click of every heel
their intuition now tells them to
spaz out and react with no
inhibitions
so they leap their hands to her walk
and don't realize that they have
treaded through her woven
ora interlaced with
awareness and some cleverness
thick hips is not all she is
two breasts is all they see
but inspiration is her name
she battles the yellow brick road
with her rustic air
she remembers
all they need is
her
more of her
all those outbursts are
attention seekers
so she holds them in her mind
encouraging
inspiring
smiling
speaking words like
"brotha, you are loved"
"brotha, I am here"
"let us rise together"
"cuz I need you...he...I need he"
"she needs he"
"we need you"
We live to create.
We lie to love.
We live to live.