Today is International Women’s Day – and I want to take this opportunity to give “big up a girl like Woman…” (DJ Simmons – “Woman”) This poem is a repost of one of my favourite poems – Naked. It was written to celebrate women, and it really represents how I feel about all the women I know – and all women world-wide! Be blessed – and may today be a celebration of WOMANHOOD! I give you….
Release hair from abnormal snare.
Untangle regal crown, let natural locks f-l-o-w
down soft brown skin.
Conscious daughter, flauntyour beauty,
reveal your knowledge;
flowing like the locks knowingly
swaying down naked back.
even as hair twisted around
symbolizing embracing Divinity.
Eyes flashing with purpose,
determined glare softens when calling loved ones near
I stare –
Falling into pools of infinity
Swell of lips speak volumes –
full blooming smile
beguiles partner, intoxicating
drawing in with thoughts of kisses, of
moonlight walks, and erotic wishes…
Lips, when puckered, cause men to be suckered
into believing they rule the world,
while Woman’s radiant beauty, unfurled
pulls the strings from behind the curtain.
Soft chocolate cheek
blushing as I bend, brushing with a kiss –
innocence hinted: freshly minted desire
glowing with vitality of organic radiance.
On curved breast rests
the nurturing of a nation,
suckling the next generation
on the education of themselves
Impresses with the ability to stand
strong, back enduring long hardships –
Deflecting the blows of societal whips,
Yet standing upright –
Burdens carried so ours are lightened –
I am awed by your strength.
As I hold you close,
the curve of your spine
fits naturally against my palm.
You are the calm within my storm;
I feel my soul conform
to the contours of yours.
Your wide hips and your behind
remind me of sensuality…
as you walk before me.
My eyes locked,
mesmerized by the movements
made by this woman’s stride
against the tide
Each well-formed toe
balances perfectly on
moving without balancing poles:
Sister, Daughter, Lover, Friend –
how much deeper
does your strength extend?
Tracing hand around your navel,
thinking that scar says you’re able
To sustain life umbilical….
Womb: the cocoon birthing life;
expanding again the human race
with a little one that may have your face…
I remember the middle passage of my sons.
From inner caverns contractions pushed
the lights of my world out,
And I cried
as I saw arms flailing wide
So stand naked, unashamed.
Strip off all vestiges of blame.
Drop your dress, impress
with your daring –
sight of your breasts leave me
You stand, I extend my hand,
and two become one –
in joyous celebration
Of loving you.