Ms. Soul Sistah

coffee dark skin...mocha profusions

and passion...depth and chasm-ic

intelligence; u got a nation vying

for your attention...got a civilization wanting

to nurse at your feet...give us some of that good

soul food...that good mind food to

hold off the hunger of ignorance.

we want our birth-right...it flows from your dark lips...beautiful

and esoteric, gal i'm dumb-stricken.

had deep conversations with ms. soul-sistah-

she had much to say...from her lips fell histories and wisps

of time...in her eyes the glint of memories, experiences...images

of the creation and God's beautiful face.

she....you...gave and kept given...no one understands

no one comprehends your vibe...

dancing to another wavelength....slippin

and glidin on Saturn's wings...we decided to clothed

ourselves in yo divine light.

Seems like God's

smiled you boo...he has you infinitely glowin and

the nations and don't fully comprehend

yo pores...yo inner...its fine.

we gon dance to yo truth

we gon dance to yo

eternity.

'House of Atreus" Publishing/2006 ~Orykal