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Poetictunes Aug 2016
Black is the color of my true love.
Black is his voice.
Black is his face.
Black is his hair.

Black is the fullness of his lips.
Black is the roundness of his nose.
Black is the posture of his pose.

My true love is the color of black.
His strong back and arms.
His never give up or in attitude.

To him my soul belongs.
His love is mine.
And my love is his.

My true love is the color of black.
I was inspired to write this poem because of Rhiannon Giddens. She is one of my favorite singers of all time. This poem is a version of her song "Black is the Color".
Poetictunes Jun 2016
She was like a broken flower.
Crushed, and trampled over and over.
By men who didn't have any intentions
To Love her.
Poetictunes Jun 2016
I know that I'll probably spend a life time,
Trying to a earn a college degree.
Trying so very hard to turn these black dreams into a white reality.

Searching for an identity
In a society that  worships the slim figures, intelligent minds of blondes, and blue eyes.
Truth is, I realized, I have no place in this society.
I confront my fears, and my anxiety quietly.
While my heart and mind wrestle for control over my body's entirety
Poetictunes Jun 2016
His beauty was breathtaking.
Which left my body craving for his love and affection.
His hands were big, rough and hard something like his third leg.
I imagined how deep he could swim into my ocean.
My body craved for  his chocolate silky skin.
Like deep lows, his voice was a musical sensation.
That had me waving into my emotion.
Every word spoken from his lips,
Sent the pulses of my flesh dancing.
Dancing in sync with the rhythm of his tongue.
His was body was a turn on, and it was my temptation.
Gazing into his deep brown eyes,
I could see his very soul smiling.
For his beauty was overwhelming.
I was kind of afraid to publish this poem. But I'm interested in the feedback. And sexuality is nothing to be afraid of so here u have it.
Poetictunes Jun 2016
Men are the seed to the earth,
And women are the fountain of water
that makes that very seed grow.
  Jun 2016 Poetictunes
Star Gazer
Last night I thought I could live without you
Tonight I thought I couldn't live without you.
I guess I'm convincing myself for what I'm about to do...
For what I have to do....
To live without you...
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