Poetry
The writing and sharing of poetry have always been my greatest outlets for self expression.
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The Illusion of My Crown
The illusion of my crown draws attention from those that would normally not speak. As their minds are confused by what their eyes see I openly let them know that my crown is an added extension of me Freely I change its look to suit my needs The illusion of my crown draws attention from those that would normally not speak. My honesty brings clarity to confused minds that eyes stare in disbelief.
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American Woman, She Needs No Ride
“Taxi? You need a taxi Miss a ride?” Asks Mr. African Yellow cab driver “No thank you” She hurries away looking towards her destination, the terminal entrance. “These American Women! ” Mr. African Yellow cab driver murmurs in disgust to his friend “What about us?” She wants to yell back, but she gives him a reprieve. She has no time to show her American Woman sass. (c) 2010 Lela Jefferson – http://www.poetryofablackgirl.com
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Pink Bedroom Slippers
In the wee hours of the morning traveling Looking for sanctuary a place to refresh In a terminal haunted with spirits and souls Trapped in limbo between life and death Her name is unknown No face All that shows are her pink bedroom slippers Her body hidden Encased in silver of her throne This place she calls home
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Mama is already on the bus
Young man, prepares to take a journey To points unknown Bags packed, with all he owns Mama and Papa old like Abraham and Sarah Wait to get on the bus Child they did not birth, But still of their blood Bus operator checks Papa and Young man’s tickets “Where is Mama?” says Papa to his son Young man says to Papa “Mama is already on the bus” At the first stop they get off Young man lays his head down to rest Mama paces and quietly prayers Papa gets his Bible out Worn from use out and reads None of them are aware of the picture they paint Of family,…
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Late Harvest Wine
Sweet nectar Touches my lips My tongue dances with joy Its value increases as it ages Its process involves special care Late harvest wine Is like this love we share (c) 2010 Lela Jefferson – http://www.poetryofablackgirl.com
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The Mist
The breeze is cool on my neck The water is clear as it falls In a pool below my feet Like a knight with broad shoulders Dark skinned eyes that gleam Through the mist he appears To take my hand and guide me The warmth from his hand Hits me like waves that cause me to shiver I take a moment to quiet my thoughts Keeping them holy My heart always misses a beat when he is near Through the mist we escape, lost in time and space. (c) 2010 Lela Jefferson – http://www.poetryofablackgirl.com
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He Gives Me Reason to Want to Exhale
He gives me reason to want to exhale My heart goes a flutter when he is near Just at the sound of his voice… Mere words cannot describe how he makes me feel No touch is necessary when it’s real (c) 2010 Lela Jefferson – http://www.poetryofablackgirl.com
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Lessons Learned Thus far Beauty for Ashes… An Open Letter to My Sisters
My sisters, We may not have the same mother or father… our skin tones different shades and hues. However one thing that we have in common is our gender and its name…WOMAN. Through it we have a kinship. We have the ability to share stories of similar hormonal changes, first crushes, first kisses, loves, heart breaks, marriages and for many of us childbirth. I write this article from my perceptive of being a single woman in her early 30s, no children yet…African American and having had my heart broken and restored. Raised by older parents, both having since gone to be with the Lord; I write this as a Christian,…
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Not Common yet Strange Fruit
Young lady where have you left your honor Your respect, your dignity? Do you realize that you are descended from Kings and Queens? Not common yet strange is the fruit you produce Your sons dress as you and your daughters like dudes Angry words you fed into their souls Wounds left open from daddies that only planted their seeds like weeds into your fertile bitter soil Mothers don’t look at your children’s faces in disdain for what you did; Naming them out of your pain Now common yet strange is the fruit you bear Weighed down limbs, rotting roots Its time for you to be pruned Renew your mind Before…
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Check the fruit
If you are not sure of my fruit… this tree just like the one in the Bible speaks. I am NOT the same person I was a year ago. If you can’t see it by my fruit… don’t ask the sucker branches by my feet… Lela Jefferson – http://www.poetryofablackgirl.com Latest Project: “Poetry of a Black Girl: The Darkness and the Light” the 1st poetry volume penned by Lela Jefferson is now available for purchase at http://www.amazon.com!
