Black as the night,
My
Sable soul sings songs
Praising Nubian Ancestors
Dancing
To the treed thoughts
Rooted in the womb
Of my pregnant
Poetic mind:-
Such is the essence
Of poetic labor of love
And its orgasmic Nile flow
Of impregnating
Words
Of wisdom…
Watering inspiration...
And thigh-warming
Navel awareness
Rebirthing
Mission purpose:-
Indeed, my beloved
Ancestors,
To not know where
We go from here
Is bad;
To not engage
In working out where
And how,
Is indeed worst.