thinkin' she a drug II...the only one

part two of a piece written in an ethnic language or ebonics

back and rugged 

forward as some dude
breast sitting high...still smug

amused

at the arrogance of herself
think she greener grass pastures fuller
ain't no man able to resist pullin' her
she appeases her mind... whispering
get himself weak trying to defeat the urge
to pick whatever it is dropped
getting frayed up and unnerved
let the perfume wave him in
tuggin on the ring his nose been pinned

she winning 'bout the smile
wind around cheeks like a silk scarf
he gone whistle and blow
cheeks puff cause for a minute he Miles Davis

she got thick braids cakes and legs
if he going out...he going out dead
from blatant fatigue
let the background say "Amen"
it's going to the bridge in

her self involved clutches
he gone follow where she tread
she don't waver shame or regret

being...

still she smug...thinkin she a drug

baked wit a bronzed cookie

don't nobody else own

Reviews

[Vidya Bacchus]

Ohh this is so great Shirlena .Wow I loved every line.Into my favourites true :)

[Frieda P]

Wow you go girl, I love when you do this thing you do...'ethnic language' is that what you're calling it, I call it smart and affecting poetry. 'baked wit a bronzed cookie' I wish I woulda writ that one. ;-)

[Shirlena]

Well I say ethnic because it is indicative of my everyday communication unless being professional or trying to make a clear point or depending on who I'm talking to otherwise some want to critique me on (getting on my nerve) it I thought the best thing to do is to make sure it is understood because most people don't speak in this particular everyday.

[Shirlena]

I meant speak the vernacular..sorry.

[Shirlena]

Oh and I'm glad you enjoy it by the way Mz. poet :)

[Frieda P]

Ha no need to splain yerself Lucy ;-) My pleasure....