Poetic Memoire of Illustrious Da Poet

Dripping Melanin with every footstep Slaying in every sunkissed shades, milky skin tones, that runs deeper in dept Blacknificent, Skin glistening along with the sunrays Beauty called her Brown Sugar, But coming from God, its a praise Caramel, Mahogany, Chestnut, Rich Black Skin was granted as jewels, when God created her, nothing has came better than that Blacknificent By Illustrious Da Poet©

All Significances in my life are definitely well-grounded  Feet planted sooo deep, walking vertical in a horizontal world, expounded Ohhh, she’s down down to earth, she’s protruding from the inner core Yeah, I know my worth, what you came for? Folklore, Life lessons became my proverbs, releasing my root chakra from the double hinged door Throughout all this chaos, I’m still peacefully standing ten toes down, Furthermore I will never leave you the torch for my own happiness, instead I’ll write and create it on my own  Making the best of the present, nonetheless, move out the way and carry on I dream it, I believe it, I speak it and I repeat it I am one with the earth, and even the universe believe it 0 to 100, you will never get me there no more Mind over matter, my serene mental is my anchor So solid, I don’t even melt in the summertime Balanced, Secured, and rooted. Humility at its finest, self-respect saluted, and it’s definitely divin...

Platinum Coated- Poem on Female Genital Mutilation   Mama took me for a walk today Who would have thought, our malicious ancestors nature would have ripped my childhood away To my left, the village women were dancing and prancing To my right, Daddy’s was on top of the hill glancing, and chanting The walk felt at ease at first            Suddenly, that joyful feeling ceased down to the worst as we Slowly approached the village circumcist Better known as the despicable vagina botanist Wicked old lady is what I called her, with wrinkles deeper than my ancestor’s family tree Eyes deeply pierced, cataracts indulged, ‘’mama how could you trust her with me?’’ She hobbled, with her dirt stained index finger, leaned on her thirsty lips She said, ‘’Hush now, only a coward would cry’’ then quickly held a gripped hold of my fragile hips Grabbing her dingy Ethiopian dress out of the way, for comfort Strippin...