because i never chose the white doll
or the light doll
or the doll that was someone other than me
i am not a doll
because my song is magenta watermelon
the seed slick on my skin
is jagged and open
like the birth of cool water out my throat
thats my song
question: what is the color of beauty
answer: everywhere is africana woman
but what about this box called beauty
yea what about it
we are moonlight sista
tipsy like moon light
brilliant like moon light
wandering like moon light's
blooming skin
maybe beauty is the color of queen latifa
maybe not
maybe is
the sweet grass smoothed between zachari's
fingers and twisted into a basket
"here mama, put yo peaches in this"
is
the cylinder of hair (smoothed around
jurina's fingers) like a glowing orange flood
is
manju's palm flat against an opera back
is
kriti's fingers cupped under a mango chin
is
the moan that begins is rachels belly is
the freckle that smiles off mama nancy's cheek
is
(i'm not done...yet, but love is coming for you all)
light,
e!
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2 comments:
awww. that was really beautiful. thanks for saying my name. it feels good to know that you were thinking of me, that we are all connected.
love,
jurina
You are a songstress thanks for singing me into the wind (or mabe just cyberspace LOL)
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