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Tanisha Jackland Sep 2019
We are not so fortunate
striving for arrogance
leaving us armor-less

no warning of
our decay
the morals

Are we so hollow
and rotten to the bone

Do we have bones
and is our hatred
fortress enough
I live among ghosts
Phantoms
They keep calling me
I walk by memories
Old haunts
I touch them ever so slightly
Carved through years of life
There are spirits
Vapors of life
I feel them touch me gently
They hover above
They watch everything
They listen to everything
They know everything
They are always there
I see remnants of where they were

I live among ghosts
I feel them
I can’t escape them
Everywhere I turn
Everywhere I look
I feel them
Echoes of them

I feel them in the air
I feel them in thoughts
I feel them in faces I see
I live among ghosts and memories
I am in spirit land
Tanisha Jackland Sep 2019
They are leaving.
for we were not the
keepers of the Earth
with our unsustainable ways.
We were at best very
bad neighbors or
thieves really
war mongers perhaps
but greedy nonetheless
We were just too ****
obnoxious to hear them wailing
to catch them
to mend their welted wings
too **** arrogant
for this Earth
for kindness
for compassion
or empathy
They have left.
For we were too
engrossed in our
selves to see their songs
warnings written on the sky
Tanisha Jackland Aug 2019
Truth teller
Truth teller
what will
you tell
will your tongue
be a sweetner
a luminescent pearl
or will it be a flame
to burn down the world.
Tell the truth.
Tanisha Jackland Aug 2019
If You do you
and I do you too
how would I know
my worth to be true.

would I have left
the house of glee
that stays on my face
most eagerly
to please
those who have no
interest in me.

or am I just another you
looking for smiles
that keep calling me boo.

But we are each other
more of the same
how different we are
is a matter quite lame.

For there is a little of me
and a bit of you
in everything sentient
that we do

Makes life more
meaningful and souful alas
the diversity of life
makes this place a blast.

So you be you
and I'll do me
together we'll live
in authenticity
Women, bearers of warriors' marks,
You're the tough layers of the baobab's barks,
Best of the portraits that nature paints,
and Catwalk models of baggy pants.

You have been misled and misused
Your bodies and souls have been abused,
Yet, like a rose planted in a concrete
You majestically rose on your feet.

Women, flawless skins, lipsticks queens.
Fresh like shades of master's greens.
Big bones babes, skinny jeans chicks,
Gorgeous women, with kitchen tricks.
                            
You are every woman, universal mama,
Rest in peace to the mother of Obama.
God bless every woman from Uganda
to the outskirts of the land of Wakanda.

African woman, Mother of humanity,
Thou are endowed with enviable beauty.
Eternal goddesses, brides of great kings
Multitasks babes, doers of great things.

Oh, Woman, givers of selfless love,
Sent to us from the great man above.
Oh, Woman thou are blessed,
You shall slay, was long prophesied.

This is a tribute to Maya Angelo's mammy.
Bless your lyrically poetic womb.
 a solemn tribute to Mother of LeBron,
The NBA GOAT, King James of Akron.

Curvy Women work your gorgeous hips,
Smile with your Luscious rogue lips,
Thou are the pollen grains of biology,
and the specimen of perfect anatomy.

Eve of Eden, the apple of God's own eyes,
You gave every woman bedroom eyes
that pierces to the core of diamonds,
Like hardened bejeweled armors.

Woman, thou are truly nature's bounty.
Showcase your freaks and sexuality,
For which your petals toast monthly...
Slay dear queen, slay perpetually.

You came from Adams's ribs to give life
Woe unto any man who mistreats a wife,
Thou are indeed a blessed assurance,
Behold your grace, strides, and elegance.

For Sarah Brooks, my deceased mother,
and Sarah Ivana Brooks, my daughter,
For white, yellow and Brown women,
and all beautiful black African women.

 This poetry, I penned for women is a tribute to everything.
For those nights you stayed up to sing,
Those prayerful songs only God heard,
Lying on tears soaked pillows in bed.


#IvanBrookdpoetry© Bassapoet©
August 16-2019
*This a solemn tribute to all women,
Thanks for everything!
Tanisha Jackland Aug 2019
Go to the Sea
and lumber in its air
until you feel
the iridescent breeze
will lead you to Her
Sea woman
ocean gypsy
with the night painted
on Her skin
She has shiny stars in
unkempt hair
find Her
remind Her
to walk like us
under the moon...
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