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I like Nikki Giovanni. And Tupac (yes, he would count as a poet)
Here's one of my favorites that I wrote recently:
"The Essence of a Black Man"
My Harry Belafonte
Simply
...Delicious...
With a seductive walk
Taunting me behind your shirt and tie
Making me quiver with anticipation
Elation
Of your speech
Prompts me to
Shut my emotions up
In the back cervices of my naughty mind
To only stop my loins
From jumping
And boning
Kissing and sucking
All the temptations that would be
Trapping me in your web
Of sexuality
That's purely raw and hot
Spicey enough to leave me of thirst
Your educated tongue slices into me like a knife
Contrives my soul in legal
And illegal emotions
Which lies in the outward bounds of our social contact
Your eyes makes me feel like I am alive
A woman of substance and meaning
Just waiting to drink in
The essence of you, my black man
As it pours out of your pores
Like a river through my delta
So please my Harry Belafonte
Speak to me one more time
~Kaisha, 02/25/05
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