Nefertari
Amenities of the African lands
Indigenous black beautiful roses
Of the African soil

Dark and strong
In a black alluring archaic vogue
an amara in black woman

Sisters of samandzie
Balleting in a black dulcet rhythm
Of the African ancient song
With an
Idrissa desta
The power of Thee
Black Spiritus mundi

Brown eyes, Thick bones
Curly ***** afros
Dark is deep and strong
An authentic unique beauty of nature
Glows and Flourishing
From deep within

I like it black and strong

In the world upstairs
Are walls as veils,
Balleting in
Inner winds.

Shadows criss-cross
The songs
That trudge
From throngs
Of masses
Running around,
In chaos
That sneaks over -
Guised in cloaks
That rival its
Counterpart.

how does it feels?......


.......to dance like there's no barricade

to swing your hands with the harmony of desires

swaying your feet through space

and balleting around like the walls are invisible

whipping your hair wildly

in this strange and undecided moves.....

.......unspoken emotions, riddles and puzzles.....

....bursting all out with unwavering vehemence,

spirit ready to break free......

.......stamping on the floor, rolling, gliding

rolling in the air as if the gravity is yours....

....translating the words through maneuvering.....

......sending the message by swirling their bodies,

in undefinable gestures new to eyes....


do they still sees and knows?...


those breaths taken away,

those tears of joys,

...memories from the past returned

sow warmth through their hearts...

....those who scrutinize,
and think there's got to be more

do they close their eyes?...

when the music starts.......

.....savoring every beat,

every melody...

every hidden dilemma...

covered by the fascinating movements...

do they still care?

or do they forget themselves...

melting in the waves of music

fading into other realm...

lost in their own world....

which only them can figure...

and only them can rule......