(Tribute To An Ebonic Princess)
Quietly she sits…
her still waters running deep…
her smile reflecting…
Her soft lips opened…
“I’m looking at you”, she said…
“And the words you wrote”...
Her profound feedback
Simplifies allegory
With canvassing words.
Young, gifted, and black;
That is who this beauty is—
She’s a God-sent child:-
Here awareness flows…
The future awaiting her…
We’re moving onward…
Emancipator…
Rhythm rising liberty—
She’s the new heartbeat:-