If I was to explain my love for the black man what would I say, It’s the finesse in which he speaks to me in his stolen language wrapping his love around his tongue eloquently His touch golden I feel my,emotions are frozen,He awakens my senses, tense passion surrounds us, he breathed new life into…
Tag: Poetry
Naked
I feel naked my body is sacred I looked in the mirror every day and I would say look at your beautiful skin such a blessing honey coated melanin Beautiful richness with my golden sweetness the bees envy mi I’m a work of art Supermen intelligence magnificent black excellence black gold diamonds and treasures but…
Pain, passion and petty!!
I’m clearly living in a cycle of time wasting procrastination is my wonderful friend f my life!! I wonder how long it will take me till I get distracted by something else you know I committed myself this week to getting a post on my blog a week but knowing my damn brain the first…
Stength
You were a warrior not because you joined the fight nor did u have any physical weapons the power you wielded was in the sharp tongue of yours that cut like a knife your strength was in knowing who you are immensely and when people spoke down to you, you continued to rise again powerful…
Black love story
Let me tell you the story of when I fell in love, he waded through my treacherous waters and hid in between the bushes before he jumped out and surprised me he made me calm he gave me his heart that I held gently between my palms he was a gentle soul he wanted to…
Mama Africa
She heard the horns sound and from afar saw a strange sight, pale faces walking across her beautiful land, stealing the riches of her womb and leaving only tombs of destruction, she cried as she watched her brown and black children ripped from loving hands, all for gain in their wicked plans….. Her children were…
Flowers
I’m a flower that grew up through African soil was plucked and planted in the Caribbean from which I flourished….. Written by Cocoa rose 2016 (c) ❤💛💚✍🏾
Cocoa rose
I’m a fist in a field full of roses I’m a descendent of warriors Every weed killed in this garden Leads to the rise of new battles We struggle daily but we always survive Standing strong reaching for the sun….. Cocoa rose 2016 ❤️💛💚🌹
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