Dear little sister/ I remember when God created you/ I remember peering over his shoulder as he molded this beautiful mahogany earth like clay around Adam’s rib/ his thumbs formed the dip in your back/ his nails etched the pout of your lips/ you were the phenomenal woman before man ever thought to create this meaningless speech that endeavors to describe you and all of your glory/ your beauty can neither be successfully translated into mere phonemes or symbols or grammatically correct utterances/ nor incarcerated by colored ink on processed wood in picture frames/ the strokes of an artist’s wrist can only seek in vain to duplicate God’s immaculate penmanship/ and even the most technologically advanced cinematography is like a simple pat on the back answering when spirit slain intercession is called for/ innovation can’t hold a 400 watt bulb to the natural light that emanates from behind your eyes/ baby girl you hold the world in your hands/ don’t you know that life stops at your will?/ the world does not turn without a quick swipe from your manicured hand/ the renaissance of Harlem was berthed from your mind/ men marvel at the smack of your teeth & in the semi-circular rotation of your eyes, yes they love all that jazz/ the sultry tones of your voice, pure poetry over the backbeat of life, tickles the g-spot of their inner ears/you are the Harlem Renaissance/ you transcend all length of distance & measure/ you are a time travelling globetrotter/ watch, the earth spins on your middle finger as a metaphor for your God-given attitude/ but in these same manicured hands lies the history of a hushed people/ mules of this earth reduced to being seen and not heard/ trailblazers dumbed down to conformity/ lovers reduced to being fighters only… fighting for approval they never needed… fighting for a chance to be loved not knowing that when God commanded love, He already had you in mind/ don’t you know the very heart of God beats through your chest/ the blood of His only son flows warm through your veins/ don’t you know that any man privileged enough to cross over into your threshold will be in Holy Communion with God/ don’t you ever offer your body to any man that isn’t ready to meet your heavenly Father face to face/ baby girl tell him he better come correct/ baptized in holy water because your very womb is the holy of holies/ you are royalty by birth and are thus entitled to behave royally/ baby girl they have desecrated your temple/ sprayed graffiti paint on your endometrial walls/scribbled your number in public bathroom stalls/ whispered your name in the dark corners of forgotten high school halls/ dear little sister/ you are royalty by birth and are thus entitled to behave as such/ so please/ exchange that stripper’s pole for this golden scepter and claim your throne.
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