I wept

like a baby,

internally.

I dragged myself

together like an adult,

externally.

 

(C)2017. Phila Dyasi. NuBlaccSoUl™. All rights reserved

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Black Woman, brewed up strong
– your sun-deep skin
estranged from the outside,
in this summer’s sunset
dust settles on your dreams.

The fingers of your left hand
fancy reaching out, pursuing
plundered passions
that give blood to life.

Your work is outside
where dirt piles
into dunes of doubt

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Nubian Queen

and stories of silence.

…in my humble opinion #NuBlaccSoUl

Beautiful things

Beautiful things

Till you can’t walk
Till you are sore, 
Yet still smiling
from the thrilling experience, 
Till you are sweating pleasure
from every pore. 
Till your breath murmurs
my first name with every inhale
Till my voice is the only sound 
your ears want, need to hear.

i would 
rest my head on your bosom 
and listen 
Enjoy the sweet tunes composed by
every noted word you harmonise

Tales of your life stories before they became entwined with mine 
Narratives about your dreams
About who breaks your glassy heart
And what tickles your eye-ducts
into opening a flood of tears.

an inner world of wishes
she deserves beautiful things, 
The Nubian Queen, Flower Child.

[inspired and dedicated to my muse – a banquet of beauty, a model of black excellence and a colourful character and a bubbly spirit. God bless her soul.]
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