Clara54’s Poetry: In Honor Of Black History Month!

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Nobody Knows The South 

like I know the south

the wet and grimy

Soul of the Mississippi South…

 

Nobody knows The South

like I know the south

honeysuckle smells in fresh

country air…

 

Wild blueberry vines

juice of purple fruits everywhere

regular folk whispering

tunes of dixieland…

 

Sweltering heat

cotton fields,

lakes, rivers, streams

outhouse,

shotgun house,

white house on the hill…

 

A full mesh of turnip greens

catfish & crowder peas

Little girls playing hopscotch in hand-me-down dresses

church on Sundays

praying to a white jesus…

 

Another day passes & still

Nobody knows…

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I Spoke To God Last Night

 

let me tell you about the conversation

I must admit it was all my fault

I got really perturbed

cause you see, I’ve been living

for jesus all my natural born life

 

Raised to be a good girl,

while all the bad-assed girls got to

go out and play

having all the friggin’ fun!

dating all the bad-assed dudes

 

I’m an adult now & I can feel

where God is coming from

Sure, I’v been married

I’ve had kids

But, where’s my knight?

anybody seen my sweet thing

in a coat of comfort armor?

 

Hey God, where’s my FAITH at?

 

I spoke to God last night

I’m just chillin’

waiting for his holler back!

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I Could Have Sworn

 

You whispered my name

I just knew you were calling for

me

I could have sworn

your lips caressed my soul

I just knew your love was for

me. And yet I see you with

another love,

 

Honestly, I could have sworn.

 

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Maybe…

 

take care my love,

keep in touch

never forget how I loved you

so much.

 

my heart tells me you’ll be back

my mind regretfully says

that’s not a fact.

 

perhaps I’ll remember the good times,

forget the bad

“I love you, baby, you know that

I’ll do better & I promise to be

good…I said I would!”

 

i know you’ll come back

like you did before.

i know you’ll promise never to hurt me,

anymore.

 

Take care my love…

 

These poems have been the Featured Writings in the Purple Lounge @ FemmeVip.com ezine for January.
I’m honored to share them with my readers at clara54…

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