Rants of Eve ( When the Biological clock starts ticking…)

Sprung from the soils of this land.
A ravishing like the savannah,

lay a gem that now fades through the cold.
Embroidered with a beauty that

now graces her soft black skin.
Curves flattering her body and
mocking her shadow at dawn.

Curled with a deceit she must

have embraced a few moons ago.
A pride that revoked her character
with every man that she met.

Men of all sizes and height-

attractive, rich, poor and more.
Proposals might have come,

a few gifts to give, a closed defiance

she embraced as she swung her hips

with pride, trashed and trampled at their ego.

Her lips now cracked with years of lipstick

often gibbered with thoughts and lines of Feminism.
A close companion she picked up from the internet,

books she loved to read for the perception

of womanhood that now tickles her

soft round breasts and gives her the chills.

A fleeting beauty she loved to flaunt,

an intelligence she embraced.

Compliments they came,

now flatters that bruise her skin.
No man was good enough.
High expectations and illusion

often dawned with each glare.

A superficiality she couldn’t fathom.

A few moons gone by, an education she sought

now distress through the cold, lonely nights as

she pauses to remember Paul, Jack, Peter et al-

Faded dreams and freckles now a new master piece-

wrinkle and flabby bits of flesh, a punishment of age.

Biological clock ticking faster than a horny man’s clock

and whispers of menopause tickling her flesh –
A faded beauty, filled with sorrow, regret, bitterness and anger.
Quiet strolls through the streets as every suitor

she must have known now walks with pride, a bride in hand.

Perhaps she should have lowered her expectations

now a sad song through the dusty paths.

Regret borne through a lifetime of pride,

selfishness and deceit now a bitter meal served cold after dark.

Desperation and fate perhaps will snug her a lonely, desperate man.
She folds her lips and speaks to the wind.
It is after all, a lost cause…

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Author: AfroetryC

I am an African woman and a mother to a precious little angel. I love to use the term "Afro-floetic Queen" mostly to describe my poetry and my roots. I love poetry...art, soul music and inspirational bits of knowledge to offer advice and counseling to those who need it. I can be very witty, straight forward but fun. Ha. ha... A colorful perception of the world - expressed in my poetry. I want to inspire people with my Poetry...give them hope, while also advising them. Life is a learning process and i am happy when one of my pieces directly affects or inspires one of my readers. Let's take a detour around experience, and let me fill your minds with sweet poetic juices.... Note: Just changed my user name from FloetryC to AfroetryC because the latter is more personal and describes my Spoken Word Poetry better.

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