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I watch you as you dress yourself And a treasure I do behold Your masculine shoulders,…Continue
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Never Look DownRaindrops in life don’t always feel light,Sometimes they come hard and feel like razor blades against my skin,Ricochet by the wind like a bullet from the caliber of a gun,But,…Continue
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Let my breathwash your broad facepool in your sepia collarboneanoint your breadAs you tastecatch the crumbled piecesmixed with tearshold them tightin your calloused palmsvows and roadsare etched in…Continue
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The below is an excerpt from Christopher Bynum's Speaking As A Man: Poetry & Prose. Available now at www.createspace.com/3369256. Available soon…Continue
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Started by Christopher Bynum Apr 22, 2009.
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Comment by Lena Williamson on March 28, 2011 at 11:29am After the Laughter
The roses have shriveled and the violets have withered and died.
I’ve been to the other side it’s no greener so life I take in stride.
I’ve seen life through the eyes of an African-American and
through the eyes of a woman.
And pain does not discriminate, never let’s up just keeps on coming.
Now I will tell you how the world has made me,
in fear of a man who takes care of me but
in love with one who does not care to see?
What is above my breast and far from the gold between my thighs.
Who could care less for the color of my eyes,
or the weakness of my heart or the pain in my face.
With such tragic dilemmas in love I will learn to master this place.
When I smile in a crowd everyone stares,
I wish they knew the truth because-
After the laughter, then come the tears.
Comment by Lena Williamson on March 28, 2011 at 11:24am Expiration of Freedom
Free, free, free!
I am free if only for an hour.
I stick my head out the open window
in my bedroom
to bathe in the sun’s warm shower.
I inhale the air of deliverance
that blows pass the ivory sheer curtains
and rests in my lap.
I watch the trees as they wave
from the distance welcoming me back
to the life I left behind.
When I was single and free of responsibility
from the matters of marriage,
I found a husband but it was me I could not find.
I was lost but now I am found,
a discovery that even death could not reveal.
How could I forget the best part of me
and love another without hesitation,
so willingly?
I look forward to not knowing
what tomorrow brings,
and I am thankful the dead do not rise.
As giddy as a school girl who knows
what her feminine wiles can do,
I am giddy at the thought of no husband to hold me back
and the dreams I will pursue.
I am bursting with anticipation,
my thoughts floating around the days of my youth.
Not long after I have basked in new found freedom, you walked in with a facial expression I can read all to well.
With the face of a man who life has passed by repeatedly and finally made him bitter, no sour.
Free! Body and soul free! If only for an hour.
Comment by Lena Williamson on March 28, 2011 at 11:22am The Perfect Man
Ladies please don’t be jealous,
but I can’t contain my joy.
I had to tell somebody.
I fell in love with the perfect boy.
You laugh and say I’m foolish.
No man like that exists.
I tell you that you’re wrong,
you’ve never met a man like this.
He worships the ground I walk on,
and he knows me inside and out.
He tells me that I’m beautiful
at times when I look my worse.
When I cry, he cries too.
His love is a gift and a curse.
I know his love is eternal and
I would be selfish not to share.
His beauty, those big brown eyes,
the waves that ripple through his hair.
His touch is like no other.
He was made only for me.
I would easily die for him
and he would thoughtlessly
do the same for me.
He has never loved
another woman as deeply,
no never more.
You ask me, how I know?
A mother’s never been so sure.
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