I remember writing this poem in my early 20s, primarily because I truly felt that NO ONE ever saw the GOD in me.
They only saw “physical” attributes – the way walked, the curviness of my hips or breasts….but never me.
Men simply replaced the face of my abuser. But, that was love, right? I mean that’s what I was taught by my abuser. That’s how I was shown ‘love.’ From the age of four “SEX WAS NORMAL.”
Through The Eyes of a Goddess
Your Secret is Revealed…
With the softness of whispers
I boldly Say to thee
Why Do You Say “I Love You”
your words are Void, empty, untrue.
Is it the EXQUISITE beauty
within my soul You seek.
or the humble way
I Honor OUR Creator
on bended knee.
is it the Lust within your Loins
That make you FEIN for Me **
Is it the Quiet way that I pray for you
Throughout the THICKNESS of Night fall
Or Simply the HARDNESS of your bronzed
colored Manhood and idol thoughts
That makes you throb So Rhythmically…
Is it my Fierce Loyalty
to OUR Dreams, Passions & Desires
My zeal to share ‘life’….longing to be with you
in absolute fellowship of Christ…
Or is it JUST the way my WOMANHOOD
**** Warm, Wet, Deliciously ****
Not a Proverbs 31 Queen
But some side chick wanna
Metaphorically, I say to thee…
Its Not Hidden Beauty or HONOR You Seek –
Nor is it the GOD in me
Its the Curvature of MY perfect THICKNESS
The roundness of my supple, sweet breasts
The creaminess of my Flawless Brown Skin
and Softness of My Succulently Round Lips
***That KEEPS your Attention***
For we BOTH know
That You Do NOT Love Me *
I AM SIMPLY YOUR ADDICTION
Your EVERY Fantasy…..
But just so you know……
I AM what you should wish every woman
to be —
SYMPLISTIC & TRUE
A GODLY woman on bended knee
For I represent all of God’s children…