Naked

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    Naked

    Scraped and clawed my way into the world
    Naked
    Drenched in the sins of my mother
    Wearing nothing more than her blood
    Hypocrites in the light clothed my body
    Rendering me ashamed of my glory
    Mortals deeming me unsuitable for society
    Merely because I showed them my ass
    When I descended from heaven's clasp on sleeping babes
    Placed shields on my eyes
    Restricting the truth from what God had created so innocently
    Dissecting my color, my heritage and even my hair
    As nappy as I wanna be
    And I just don't care
    Comprehended the meaning of my warm brown skin
    While they tried to stifle my freedom
    With the clothes they trapped me in
    Shackles clenched around my waist
    As the world made haste to enslave my womanhood
    Placing something known as "panty" over something so so good
    My coochie
    Once again adhering to the rules that aimed to imprison me
    So I stand here in my Walmart gear
    Peroxide all up and down through my nappy hair
    Saying loose me from your conformations
    And worship my imperfect body
    Appreciate my stretch marks and my cellulite
    Relish in the celebration of emancipation from our shame
    Return me to the way in which I came
    Into this cyclone of life
    Naked
    Innocent and Happy
    Leave me to run rampant and free in my beautiful black skin
    Elated that my beauty shines not only from within
    But from the whole
    The whole of me
    Beautifully crafted by my creator
    Sassy
    Classy
    And down right sexy
    Loose me to bask in the glow of my naked body

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    marxred commented on Naked

    09-26-2009

    omg!! a lot happening here....fantastic work!!!

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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