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"nubian" poems
African woman Mother of civilization. Oh beautiful woman, Thou are beyond description. African woman Queen of the people of Mamba. Jambo to all those in heaven Bless you too my dear mama. African woman Royal Nubian Queen. The backbone of her man You'll do anything to help him win. Single Black woman Made of broken pieces You're the breadwinner,Superwoman. You're the symbol of strength in all places. African woman Daughter of Eve's. Thou are God's true specimen, And the apple of his eyes. Black woman Daughter of Africa. Blueprint of a **** woman, Dark hue of coffee arabica. African woman Mother of humanity Chieftess of ancient Nyngoman, Mama Africa's bounty. African woman My Mandingo bride. First woman of Africa's Eden Center of God's black tribe. Nigerian woman My Yoruba Queen. Envied by the women of Oman, Cafe ou lair, cream of Africa's cream! Warrior woman, Queen of Wakanda. Come and flip your wand, Find the soul of Sarafina. Curvy woman In your womb lies Africa's future. My Lormah woman Oyobuays marvels at your structure. Beautiful woman, Perpetual envy of the silicon woman. Pride of the Black man, The essence of a real woman. Indigo Woman Lillies of the African plains. Thou are Eve of the African Eden, Best of the portraits that nature paints. Voluptous woman, Full, thick natural lips. Real assert of the Black woman, Nature gets aroused by your hips. Ellen Sirleaf, today's woman, Africa's first female president. A Liberian woman, Loved and revered wherever she went. Smile ,Gambian woman, You're daughter of Sarakunda. Roots of the Black American woman, Captives of the kanda Bolinga. South African woman Mariam Makeba Sang for freedom and fought like a man You were truly Soweto's finest Deva. Dark ebony woman, You are red, yellow and green. Hanmatan wind stops at your command, Born to slay and be seen. African woman Thou are the only reason God put Adam in a coma. Your perpetual beauty transcends time and Season. African woman, Under your cleavage, the Nile flows And between your fingers, golden threads are woven, You are the reason Beyonce glows. Harriet Tubman, brave woman Smuggled slaves underground. She was a freed Black slave woman, Who avowed to leave no soul behind. Creative woman Maya Angelou, gifted poetess. Famous writer and a Black woman Will be remembered for her poetic prowess. Native African woman, Africa's limestone and cement. A mother, a wife, virtuous woman, Lioness and the spine of the continent. Liberian woman Roots of my poetry, you gave me life You are every woman. Your edges are sharper than the Sumarais knife. #IvanBrookspoetry© 13/8/2018
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Aug 13, 2018
Aug 13, 2018 at 4:56 AM UTC
African Woman
African woman Mother of civilization. Oh beautiful woman, Thou are beyond description. African woman Queen of the people of Mamba. Jambo to all those in heaven Bless you too my dear mama. African woman Royal Nubian Queen. The backbone of her man You'll do anything to help him win. Single Black woman Made of broken pieces You're the breadwinner,Superwoman. You're the symbol of strength in all places. African woman Daughter of Eve's. Thou are God's true specimen, And the apple of his eyes. Black woman Daughter of Africa. Blueprint of a **** woman, Dark hue of coffee arabica. African woman Mother of humanity Chieftess of ancient Nyngoman, Mama Africa's bounty. African woman My Mandingo bride. First woman of Africa's Eden Center of God's black tribe. Nigerian woman My Yoruba Queen. Envied by the women of Oman, Cafe ou lair, cream of Africa's cream! Warrior woman, Queen of Wakanda. Come and flip your wand, Find the soul of Sarafina. Curvy woman In your womb lies Africa's future. My Lormah woman Oyobuays marvels at your structure. Beautiful woman, Perpetual envy of the silicon woman. Pride of the Black man, The essence of a real woman. Indigo Woman Lillies of the African plains. Thou are Eve of the African Eden, Best of the portraits that nature paints. Voluptous woman, Full, thick natural lips. Real assert of the Black woman, Nature gets aroused by your hips. Ellen Sirleaf, today's woman, Africa's first female president. A Liberian woman, Loved and revered wherever she went. Smile ,Gambian woman, You're daughter of Sarakunda. Roots of the Black American woman, Captives of the kanda Bolinga. South African woman Mariam Makeba Sang for freedom and fought like a man You were truly Soweto's finest Deva. Dark ebony woman, You are red, yellow and green. Hanmatan wind stops at your command, Born to slay and be seen. African woman Thou are the only reason God put Adam in a coma. Your perpetual beauty transcends time and Season. African woman, Under your cleavage, the Nile flows And between your fingers, golden threads are woven, You are the reason Beyonce glows. Harriet Tubman, brave woman Smuggled slaves underground. She was a freed Black slave woman, Who avowed to leave no soul behind. Creative woman Maya Angelou, gifted poetess. Famous writer and a Black woman Will be remembered for her poetic prowess. Native African woman, Africa's limestone and cement. A mother, a wife, virtuous woman, Lioness and the spine of the continent. Liberian woman Roots of my poetry, you gave me life You are every woman. Your edges are sharper than the Sumarais knife. #IvanBrookspoetry© 13/8/2018
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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 need to hear. i would rest my head on your breast and listen Enjoy the sweet tunes composed by every noted word you harmonize 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, Sunflower Child. ~ New-Black-SoUl #NBS
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Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 3:02 AM UTC
Beautiful things
relaxing? relaxing would be a sin against myself. see God spun and wove golden bits of wisdom in these curls that are mine. see these curls spring loud with songs of my Nubian mothers and war cries of my Rasta fathers. see these curls bounce proud to the rhythm of tribal drums and the foot prints of my sisters from Manila reside there as they roll lumpia between the coils and springs. see these curls have moved sandstone bricks cross deserts, building divine architecture so perfectly aligned with cosmos and planets until Moses told Pharaoh to Let My People Go. these curls have traveled cross oceans and triangles packed like sardines squalid below the decks of ships. see these curls have been ***** by the nasty ***** in the big house and suffered sun strokes in cotton fields. see these curls sing loud and strong. See these curls were branded and forced at gunpoint behind ******** barbed wire fences gassed to death in the name of so called purification. see these curls bleed the pain of fire hoses and dog bites and whites only signs. see these curls wont back down gainst no burnin crosses gainst no swastikas gainst no elephant ******** talkin all that jazz on fox and cnn. see these curls dance wildly off beat to straight rhythms that drone on in 4/4 time c major sixty bpm. see these curls are Mas and my Grammas. see my curls are too proud to sit back and chill and won’t take no **** or heat or hot air. see these curls cannot be contained in braids or scarves or jars of creamy crack. see these curls dare you to force them to coerce them to straighten up their act. my curls. my curls. my curls. my curls. my curls. my curls. my curls. my curls. my curls. my curls will not ******* relax.
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Nov 30, 2012
Nov 30, 2012 at 12:03 PM UTC
soft and beautiful just for me
relaxing? relaxing would be a sin against myself. see God spun and wove golden bits of wisdom in these curls that are mine. see these curls spring loud with songs of my Nubian mothers and war cries of my Rasta fathers. see these curls bounce proud to the rhythm of tribal drums and the foot prints of my sisters from Manila reside there as they roll lumpia between the coils and springs. see these curls have moved sandstone bricks cross deserts, building divine architecture so perfectly aligned with cosmos and planets until Moses told Pharaoh to Let My People Go. these curls have traveled cross oceans and triangles packed like sardines squalid below the decks of ships. see these curls have been ***** by the nasty ***** in the big house and suffered sun strokes in cotton fields. see these curls sing loud and strong. See these curls were branded and forced at gunpoint behind ******** barbed wire fences gassed to death in the name of so called purification. see these curls bleed the pain of fire hoses and dog bites and whites only signs. see these curls wont back down gainst no burnin crosses gainst no swastikas gainst no elephant ******** talkin all that jazz on fox and cnn. see these curls dance wildly off beat to straight rhythms that drone on in 4/4 time c major sixty bpm. see these curls are Mas and my Grammas. see my curls are too proud to sit back and chill and won’t take no **** or heat or hot air. see these curls cannot be contained in braids or scarves or jars of creamy crack. see these curls dare you to force them to coerce them to straighten up their act. my curls. my curls. my curls. my curls. my curls. my curls. my curls. my curls. my curls. my curls will not ******* relax.
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A Life to say, A Life to Love and you are Every reason I keep on keepin on. The Reason I dont give up cause I'm so in Love with YOU, In a world all our own. We Dance the Dance of Love that Everybody is Jealous of. So For YOU I say Happy ANNIVERSARY!! With you I Rhyme, All of the time. With YOU I shine so much even better than a Light that Blinds. My Body craves YOU; My mind needs YOU, My spirit Feels you in Every way I Kneel to You. Bowing to the Lord, Bowing to a Great And to Bow to YOU is never a Painful stake. So to YOU I say; HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!! I Love your actions, and YOUR sayings through you guidance I'm Coming to Life with a BLESSING such as YOU, with a BLESSING so TRUE, My Angel of Light ANGEL of TRUE, I am SO IN LOVE WITH YOU. SO I SAY, HAPPY ANNIVERSARY!! I LOVE YOU MY NUBIAN QUEEN HAPPY ANNIVERSARY MY LOVE FROM YOUR KING. Christopher Nathaniel Cartwright Copyright © 1983-Present
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Feb 4, 2010
Feb 4, 2010 at 11:06 PM UTC
Anniversary
**Mastering the whole range of bleats with meanings- made him think his command of 'goat lingo' was  perfect, But a cheeky Anglo-Nubian goat wasn't impressed by his fluency so remarkable, "Vocabulary is not all, my dear Sir" she bleated back " your accent is singularly atrocious"**
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Sep 3, 2013
Sep 3, 2013 at 12:35 PM UTC
"Your accent is atrocious" scoffed the goat
LOVELY Semiramis Closes her slanting eyes: Dead is she long ago. From her fan, sliding slow, Parrot-bright fire's feathers, Gilded as June weathers, Plumes bright and shrill as grass Twinkle down; as they pass Through the green glooms in Hell Fruits with a tuneful smell, Grapes like an emerald rain, Where the full moon has lain, Greengages bright as grass, Melons as cold as glass, Piled on each gilded booth, Feel their cheeks growing smooth. Apes in plumed head-dresses Whence the bright heat hisses,-- Nubian faces, sly Pursing mouth, slanting eye, Feel the Arabian Winds floating from the fan.
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The Fan
Press your lips against my **** &juice; me. Thirst for my juices as you, drift into my Yoni! Kiss my flesh as eye nurish your Soul. Sink into me as we dance into the candle lit stars; become me, as eye become you &as; one.. We make Love until the sun peeks through the cracks! Kiss my Yoni; feel my Power!
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Jun 10, 2015
Jun 10, 2015 at 10:12 PM UTC
Nubian.
I will hear your voice Singing joyful hymns Between chores On Saturday morn; I will see your smile of radiance On the faces of my sisters and nieces; And your boundless energy Will manifest in the limbs Of my sons and nephews; And the legacy Of a Nubian Queen From Islington Village On the breezy bank Of the majestic Berbice river, Shall reign eternal... ~ Pablo (#formom) 10/25/2013
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Oct 27, 2013
Oct 27, 2013 at 11:46 AM UTC
For Mommy
Canvases.......layered on floor and ready to go. Brushes.........no need we used your body parts. Lighting........soft and turned dim then very low. Ready willing and able to create works of art. Waited with shallow breaths in deep anticipation. Drew back curtain to expose my Nubian queen. I was breathless as you stood before me naked. Art creating will never be the same after that.   Still thinking of all the memories we created Betty and your smile and **** voice saying you loved me. : )
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Oct 19, 2013
Oct 19, 2013 at 10:00 AM UTC
Artsy Fun
It’s a warm evening on the sahara camel washed sand dunes rise up like sacred mountains in the red distance I unzip the flap of my nomad tent dry desert winds plait golden grains of sand through my nubian hair Sai Krishna my heart is a parched fig monsoon tears flood the nile and my mind plays ***** tricks on me mirages robed in ochre waver across the striped horizon Peacock Lord Your Radha has prepared a basin of fragrant myrrh to anoint your lotus feet flowers gathered from the gardens of Isis are eager to adorn Your divine neck Prema Swaroopa! Answer the ardent prayer of Your devotee before the moon rises a silver swan in the heavens
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Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 1:20 AM UTC
Oasis
I'll never love like I used to LOVE him, But You knew that, Didn't You, Cuz love comes in different shades of purple's pink's& blue's Chance's are I'll never care like I once did, Again You knew that too. Chance's are I'll never trust completely Let me guess umm YUP you also knew that? Chance's are I'll cry again OR I'll smile again, I'll live like I did before you or him came in to my Life. I'll try once more to find my soul mate, But Chance's are Nothing will ever be the Same, Not with out You, Not with out Us, Chance's are we're stuck right here. With one another, Is it so bad Or do you like it this way. Am I your everything your Nubian Queen Chance's are I'm nothing You thought I'd be, I'm a lady yet Crazy, You see how I do, But Chances are your already Immune. Chance's are, Your not ready Maybe It's me, Maybe I'm too scared and scary to be, More than what He made me, Yes I am ashamed, I let him take away my greatness And steal away my fame Made me think I wanted this for myself, But Chance's are Your gonna help- Me to change for the better, Let me lean on you in this weather, Let me hold you as you hold me, Sweet talks, While shedding our grief. Chance's are Your gonna keep your word un-like Him Sorry there's no Comparisons Chance's are, You'll claim everything, Even the seed's of another man's See now that's what I call a MAN. The one's who really love and want that Woman and what ever comes with HER. Chance's are, You could be fooling me but in time I'll know and I'll see. Chance's are I might just be using you, But for what Boo, Trust in us cuz, I now got you too. Chance's are, I'll RUN from you, Too Infected& Effect From what others used to do, I might blame you too For the mess they caused me, Chance's are I'm doing this ALREADY? Chance's are I'll let you go too soon and miss You the most Cuz the love you give to me WAS unconditional!, Even your touche's were HEAVENLY From head to toe! Chance's are, I'll beg and plead for your heart Just to get it and tear it all apart. With every thing in life thou ain't It worth the risk cuz Chance's are I wont do none of THIS, I might just love you for you like you'll do for me, I might just give into you in your time of need, I might just hold you and play with your hair Maybe braid it or what ever cuz it's there! I might just let you heal me til I hurt No Mo, Even claim YOUR OWN seed's as my OWN! I might shut the HELL up and let you win A fight, Maybe just to have make up *** on Winters cold nights! I might just be everything your looking for huh? Maybe cuz you know Chances Are Abundant..., To be right there NO MATTER WHAT I wouldn't care. I might carry you to victory, We might find pleasure in enjoying the little things, We might make this a lasting thing. Something to tell OUR grand kids. You never know and that's the beauty of it We still try and even thou LOVE hurts, How do you KNOW tomorrow will bring rain or sorrow? Maybe the sun will Rise AGAIN And you'll fall in love with me. Take a chance on me cuz , Chance's ARE...., (whatever WE make them!) Always Me Ayeshah Copyright © Ayeshah K.C.L.N 1977-Present YEAR(s) All right reserved
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Feb 3, 2010
Feb 3, 2010 at 6:06 PM UTC
CHANCE'S ARE
I'll never love like I used to LOVE him, But You knew that, Didn't You, Cuz love comes in different shades of purple's pink's& blue's Chance's are I'll never care like I once did, Again You knew that too. Chance's are I'll never trust completely Let me guess umm YUP you also knew that? Chance's are I'll cry again OR I'll smile again, I'll live like I did before you or him came in to my Life. I'll try once more to find my soul mate, But Chance's are Nothing will ever be the Same, Not with out You, Not with out Us, Chance's are we're stuck right here. With one another, Is it so bad Or do you like it this way. Am I your everything your Nubian Queen Chance's are I'm nothing You thought I'd be, I'm a lady yet Crazy, You see how I do, But Chances are your already Immune. Chance's are, Your not ready Maybe It's me, Maybe I'm too scared and scary to be, More than what He made me, Yes I am ashamed, I let him take away my greatness And steal away my fame Made me think I wanted this for myself, But Chance's are Your gonna help- Me to change for the better, Let me lean on you in this weather, Let me hold you as you hold me, Sweet talks, While shedding our grief. Chance's are Your gonna keep your word un-like Him Sorry there's no Comparisons Chance's are, You'll claim everything, Even the seed's of another man's See now that's what I call a MAN. The one's who really love and want that Woman and what ever comes with HER. Chance's are, You could be fooling me but in time I'll know and I'll see. Chance's are I might just be using you, But for what Boo, Trust in us cuz, I now got you too. Chance's are, I'll RUN from you, Too Infected& Effect From what others used to do, I might blame you too For the mess they caused me, Chance's are I'm doing this ALREADY? Chance's are I'll let you go too soon and miss You the most Cuz the love you give to me WAS unconditional!, Even your touche's were HEAVENLY From head to toe! Chance's are, I'll beg and plead for your heart Just to get it and tear it all apart. With every thing in life thou ain't It worth the risk cuz Chance's are I wont do none of THIS, I might just love you for you like you'll do for me, I might just give into you in your time of need, I might just hold you and play with your hair Maybe braid it or what ever cuz it's there! I might just let you heal me til I hurt No Mo, Even claim YOUR OWN seed's as my OWN! I might shut the HELL up and let you win A fight, Maybe just to have make up *** on Winters cold nights! I might just be everything your looking for huh? Maybe cuz you know Chances Are Abundant..., To be right there NO MATTER WHAT I wouldn't care. I might carry you to victory, We might find pleasure in enjoying the little things, We might make this a lasting thing. Something to tell OUR grand kids. You never know and that's the beauty of it We still try and even thou LOVE hurts, How do you KNOW tomorrow will bring rain or sorrow? Maybe the sun will Rise AGAIN And you'll fall in love with me. Take a chance on me cuz , Chance's ARE...., (whatever WE make them!) Always Me Ayeshah Copyright © Ayeshah K.C.L.N 1977-Present YEAR(s) All right reserved
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An ebony goddess of beauty never seen she is African Caribbean a Nubian Queen. She the essence of her father she the essence of her mother in heart she is our sister in heart we are her brother in heart we are one in her as a fire like no other with her the world does turn with her our bellies burn as we long to be near her we love her not fear her she sings out we can hear her as she moves we can mirror all the light she projects what she adores she protects what is foreign she respects what is hostile she rejects. She is precious she is priceless with her presence we are warmly acquainted with her blessings we are joyfully painted. ~Miguel
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Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 8:37 PM UTC
An Orisha Honored
Ebony. Skin smooth as silk. A yellow tint or cocoa hue. You do not experience what we do. Being viewed as the enemy is imminent. And it's evident, that the color ebony's negative connotation is remnant. Of a past connection to Nubian kings & queens-- Stripped of their crowns. A piece seen, in my name. No...it is not fabricated, but actually holds meaning. It's the closest thing I got to my slave ancestors. Stop trying to degrade me... And chain me, with your everyday preconceptions. The concept that I'm beneath you, when the foundation of this nation and slave bones lie beneath you. Looking out your peripheral, unspoken prejudice fabricated. Wondering how I'm dressed respectably, like "That's an expensive fabric, ain't it?" Cause the last time it caught your eye, my ancestors were picking it. When you see me hold my head high, you feel the right to question it. But I already told you, it's a new day Don't saturate this generation with racism Like you did civil rights marchers with hoses. We've come a long way, but I still have a question for you...  If God holds all humans in the same regard, Then why is accepting the color ebony so hard?
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Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 3:44 PM UTC
Ebony
She is a Goddess held upright In the light. Her face shines blossoming among the clouds. The words she speaks are of lyrical proportion. Her body is a temple of sheer devotion, One whom I worship. Yearning to protect. She shines her light upon me, Revealing the inner working of her mind. The hieroglyphics and pamphlets deciphered by gentle lips. Shes not just another girl nor another woman. Her crown is woven above her brow, easily mistaken as hair. Her influence knows no bound. Devouring every inch of my thought. Her voice is infinite, Her soul dances as a child knowing the beauty of outside. She is a Goddess of love, one of infinite wisdom. Her sighs are one with the wind. Spreading throughout the whispers of her voice. Filling my dreams with the lucidity of open eyes. I close my eyes and see her standing there. I smile, picturing her soul dance as freely as a child knowing the beauty of being outside. If only she knew what I saw everytime I looked at her
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Jun 28, 2016
Jun 28, 2016 at 4:07 AM UTC
Nubian Goddess
My thoughts turn to food Barbecued ribs And then and then The black keyboard white letters A pen in the mouth People outside walk to work Feet tap to music A pen in the mouth There are words that have never been uttered Words without meaning This is my purpose Because it is an easy one Blank! Blank! Blank! The soul always desperate to spank Caggle *** loude Cankle *** louder Why go on? Electromagnetism Electricity and magnetism Shoelaces that are just to **** long And drag across the ground Even when they are tied They are essentially useless In 1938 a Japanese woman who does not yet know the name of her new husband is ***** violently on her wedding night. In 500 BC a roman emperor orders a feast of fifteen cows and thirty swine, he drinks too much wine and gets sick in the middle of a double blow job by a Nubian slave and a plump Egyptian delegate. Everything is just so been done
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Jun 17, 2014
Jun 17, 2014 at 2:01 PM UTC
For Daniil Kharms
Look at me.Let my skin tell you a story of pain and suffering, let my eyes give you sight and show you my history. And it's odd to me because as history goes I know of her struggle but not her name, my great grandmama's face, nor my great grandfather stern gaze. My history was ripped from me then handed back in a textbook, like a stolen jewel being given back as a gift from its captors. They try to cultivate and appropriate my culture like it's a shirt that fits them better. You asked me what I'm mixed with because you see my blackness as something to be covered. But my blackness is not ***** that needs a chaser, it is not a ***** car that needs a little whitewashing and a paint job. You asked me what I'm mixed with so here is my response; I am mixed with melanin and love swlirled into chocolate beauty. I'm mixed with strength and pride, fierce do I roar with the voice of the wise ancestors who gave birth to hope for my grandma, my mommy, and me. I am one part black and ninety nine parts victory. I am not a tragedy of circumstance I am a product of excellence. You ask me if I am mixed because you think I'm to pretty to just be black. Here's a news flash, I am pretty because I'm black! From the kinks of my curls to the dance in my toes, I am designed from the roots of the earth. In tune with its gravitational pull. Everyone knows the moon only shines in the blackness of night. Stop trying to force an eclipse because they don't last anyway, only burn out to be surrounded by the blackness once more. You asked me what I'm mixed with, allow me the same courtesy. Are you mixed? What are you mixed with? Fear, hate, rage, disgust, or shame? I don't assume any of these for a wise woman once said, " people are diamonds made up of different pressure some in different measures and if you don't know don't judge for it is not your contest." I am on a conquest of love and redemption. I won't blame you for your ancestors but I will hold you to a certain standard. So before you ask me what I am mixed with, think. Does it even matter?pretty is pretty so don't you dare come at a Nubian goddess cross eyed or tongue-tied, prepared to gain insight of her bloodline. She will shatter all illusion, destroy all thoughts of doubt. She will tell you she is black. She will say it in a song song voice because of the melody ringing in her soul when she makes this known. It will roll off her tongue like honey. For no other words ever tasted so sweet. She is a black queen. Mixed with blood and bones.
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Jul 27, 2017
Jul 27, 2017 at 12:44 PM UTC
For The People Who Ask Black Girls What They Are Mixed With
Look at me.Let my skin tell you a story of pain and suffering, let my eyes give you sight and show you my history. And it's odd to me because as history goes I know of her struggle but not her name, my great grandmama's face, nor my great grandfather stern gaze. My history was ripped from me then handed back in a textbook, like a stolen jewel being given back as a gift from its captors. They try to cultivate and appropriate my culture like it's a shirt that fits them better. You asked me what I'm mixed with because you see my blackness as something to be covered. But my blackness is not ***** that needs a chaser, it is not a ***** car that needs a little whitewashing and a paint job. You asked me what I'm mixed with so here is my response; I am mixed with melanin and love swlirled into chocolate beauty. I'm mixed with strength and pride, fierce do I roar with the voice of the wise ancestors who gave birth to hope for my grandma, my mommy, and me. I am one part black and ninety nine parts victory. I am not a tragedy of circumstance I am a product of excellence. You ask me if I am mixed because you think I'm to pretty to just be black. Here's a news flash, I am pretty because I'm black! From the kinks of my curls to the dance in my toes, I am designed from the roots of the earth. In tune with its gravitational pull. Everyone knows the moon only shines in the blackness of night. Stop trying to force an eclipse because they don't last anyway, only burn out to be surrounded by the blackness once more. You asked me what I'm mixed with, allow me the same courtesy. Are you mixed? What are you mixed with? Fear, hate, rage, disgust, or shame? I don't assume any of these for a wise woman once said, " people are diamonds made up of different pressure some in different measures and if you don't know don't judge for it is not your contest." I am on a conquest of love and redemption. I won't blame you for your ancestors but I will hold you to a certain standard. So before you ask me what I am mixed with, think. Does it even matter?pretty is pretty so don't you dare come at a Nubian goddess cross eyed or tongue-tied, prepared to gain insight of her bloodline. She will shatter all illusion, destroy all thoughts of doubt. She will tell you she is black. She will say it in a song song voice because of the melody ringing in her soul when she makes this known. It will roll off her tongue like honey. For no other words ever tasted so sweet. She is a black queen. Mixed with blood and bones.
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I want to drown myself with ice cold beer, drench in vodkas and swim to an enormous pool full of gins. I'm a total wreck today and you’re my sweet escape from reality. I want to inhale the sweet aroma of my dear cannabis. I can feel the euphoria and anxiety within me wow! This is great and I want to puff some more of these precious leaves. Shot me those Nubian to ease my pain I'm sick and tired of this world Full of judgment and criticism oh sweet friend methamphetamine, I'm freakin high and I'm losing my mind. You’re my favorite drug and I don't want to stop.
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Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 8:20 PM UTC
Addiction
she walks onto the scene breathtaking hormones raging from her power overwhelming my senses longing to explore this majestic creature sent from above an angel in disguise a nubian goddess with love and compassion gleaming from those ebony eyes chocolate skin longing for a proper dress to fit those perfect thighs a suitable blouse to show enough to make the strongest man forget he was tough trembling limbs turn to chattering jibs that blurt out one simple sound thoughts turn to mush words leave the mind only visions of late night rendezvous leading to the grind of pelvis touching pelvis in an effort to have a little death then resurrect in each other's arms touch brings comfort exhale that final breath no longer ***** we direct the final cut ending our love scene
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Oct 5, 2010
Oct 5, 2010 at 2:33 AM UTC
Love Scene
your hair smells like coconut your ******* are the prettiest brown your eyes are the sun. _oh light._ your jungle of curls are adorned by golden crown. _"my queen"_ _"i submit"_
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Oct 13, 2018
Oct 13, 2018 at 9:01 PM UTC
the nubian queen
Bovid's cloven hooves press Earth near end for Chordata alas, mysterious Nubian's form line thousands Ibexes' from the welkin world
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Jun 21, 2011
Jun 21, 2011 at 10:26 PM UTC
Ibex V
My blackness is lovely!! Wouldn't you agree?! It has taken me what felt like a lifetime to embrace the inner depths of me.... Yess! I've been searching for that little black girl hidden. my skin is brown... The sun constantly sends sweet kisses in the form of rays.... Never lost always found, I am but the image of my creator.... A beaming star placed by the Devine on a crowned mother called earth. My name is Nubian ....
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Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 5:49 AM UTC
Black and Lovely.
When you walk, you are like poetry in motion, your complexion, like pastel tinted clouds, your voice, the sound of liquid music, your eyes, deep dark pools of pure mystery, your lips, rose petals carresed by the morning sun, your hair, a shimmering clown of satin ebony, your smile, a reflection of ur beautiful soul, your skin, soft like a nubian pearl, your touch, soft,gentle and smooth like persian silk, alas,words cannot fully describe your beauty,,ma belle! :)
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Oct 9, 2014
Oct 9, 2014 at 5:10 PM UTC
ma belle!
alt. i.e.: never give a monotheism to the egyptians - those ******* pseudo Nubian camel herders know jack-shit about the value of encoding sounds (can't match the mandarin, their pictographic became extinct like the neanderthals) - or to put it for a milder palette: here's Ra's rhubarb... and here's Gengen-Wer... now match-up the rhino horn to the donkey's tail and the elephants trunk with five blindfolded men... they should be happy to have a logic named after them, happily dancing into Egyptology... you get the picture, i know the Mamluks defeated the stinking horde of Genghis... but i'd hardly think it necessary to export Islam into africa to get some sense on the matter - look what happened when christianity was exported from egypt (the nag hammadi library found by a shepherd in Osama's caves); exporting Islam into north Africa and hence further west created the Shiah schism where Islam belonged (in the east); beware the setting sun; believe me, it's personal, i'm not ******* on or burning flags for the Cairo taxi driver to mind... this is bedroom secrets' anathema.
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Apr 20, 2016
Apr 20, 2016 at 8:18 PM UTC
never mess with another man's rhubarb
Forty-two percent. Forty-two percent of us. Black women, never married. 42% of us laying alone in our beds On our sides with no one gazing back at us 42% of us staring at our phones wondering if that ******* is our last chance at love Almost half of our Nubian glow fading Almost half of us never finding that legitimate other half 42% of us scared of being lonely What are the ages of the women that make up this 42 percent? Is there a cut off age to finding eternal love and happiness? 42% of us...they said 42% never did, but they never said that 42% of us never would.
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Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 11:25 PM UTC
42 Percent
Asked myself a zillion times...Why you? I always receive the same reply. Found in you what I was missing... in what I thought was a full life. From the moment I looked deeply.. within your beautiful brown eyes. I knew love.... From the moment I heard you say, "Hello there! Are you following me?" You captured my heart and soul... hook, line and sinker. I saw a genuine class act with a very nice caboose. You were worth the risk of threats of beat down by chivalrous sailors and suits. Thank you for telling them I was no threat to you! You were gorgeous with truck walk... How could I not follow you Nubian Goddess? How could I resist irresistible you? You make me feel like I can soar high... You make me feel as if I can move mountains. You are the reason I want to breath... My eyes find pleasure seeing you. My ears hear only your **** voice. My hands enjoy the softness of your skin.   My nose loves your body's scent. My body finds endless ******** pleasure... in the heat and passion of yours. You stimulate every part of me... my mind, my body, my heart and soul. Betty Ponder.....my only love.... You are the wish my heart made..... you are all I could ever hope for.
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Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 8:20 AM UTC
You are the wish my heart made