little dark girl with
kind eyes
when it comes time to
use the knife
I won't flinch and
I won't blame
you,
as I drive along the shore alone
as the palms wave,
the ugly heavy palms,
as the living does not arrive
as the dead do not leave,
I won't blame you,
instead
I will remember the kisses
our lips raw with love
and how you gave me
everything you had
and how I
offered you what was left of
me,
and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again.
little dark girl with kind eyes
you have no
knife. the knife is
mine and I won't use it
yet.

I'm wise; he says
Very smart; he thinks he looks
I dwindle both sides and make them think
I'm with them, each wholly, he thinks to himself
He grins deviously and thinks to himself ;
What fools the world is made up of.

Soon he is fed up and thinks out loud-
What fool have i made out of myself!!!
I should have been white or better still black;
Now i'm stuck on the middle line wishing
I could move to either sides
But i'm caught up in a web of my own lies and deciet;
I'm stuck in GREY

                                                                    By; Robertson J.K Marvelous

Her skin shines like a newly smoked earthenware
Beauty glows on her like the colourful scarlet
Of a newly married hindi woman
And her perfection; so refreshing as the early morning rising sun.

She is a lady;
Yes! A lady of class
Full of Glamour like the glitz awards
The African night sky with her stars of hope are nothing
Compared to the grace that adorns her.

Her smile lights up my world
Love; her greatest charm
Smile, her sweetest perfume
Her words are more soul touching than the hard-bop tone of
Lee morgan's side-winder

She is a woman ; An African woman , the best of women
The sound of her name sends chilled thrills down my spine like
Water from a fountain quenches thirst in spring.

Nhammie as i passionately call her,
So have i missed every single minute that flew past when we are not together
I stand tall like the great iroko tree amongst great trees to mention her name;
Nana Ama!!!
Yes! Nana Ama
She is a woman
An African woman of substance and of Great virtue.

When you see me sitting quietly, like a sack upon a shelf,
Dont think i need your chattering ,
I'm listening to myself.
Hold! Stop! Don't pity me! Hold! Stop your sympathy!
Understanding if you got it, Otherwise ill do without it!

When my bones are stiff and aching and my feet won't climb the stairs
I will only ask one favour. Don't bring no rocking chair.
When you see me walking, stumbling, don't study and get it wrong.
" cause tired don't mean lazy and every goodbye ain't gone "
I'm the same person i was back then, a little less hair, a little less chin,
A lot less lungs and much less wind.

But ain't i lucky i can still breathe