Voodoo Queen ( Literally speaking)

Carved from a doleful prose with

her deceitful look and voodoo hips.

A mythical creature bearing the

resemblance of Medusa and

character of Marie Laveau. Patterns

embroidered in prismic hues, she mimics

a chant that cites emotional descent.

A quiet soliloquy recited on deserted

strands imitating a sonorous healing song.

Her presence tells of a sad tale told in

folk-lore stories by the fire at dawn.

Documented and read to school children.

An elegy now a mumbling gossip

amongst church yard folks who are

quick to judge and label her as evil,

wicked and shameless but run to her

for help in their moments of desperation.

Offering to pay large sums of money

for charms, healing medicine and advice.

Through the street she walks, sneers

and jeers embraced, daunting looks

and pointing fingers. Children mocking

and running away from her. With her face

lowered to the ground, she walks without

saying a word for she knows a truth now

scribbled in ancient parchments and hidden

behind the old school.

Abandoned in ruins, after the war

stripped naked for a cause, property

looted because of suspicion.

Her pride broke, innocence lost for a

worthless cause. A life lived in turmoil.

The marks on her skin tell a story

now passed on from generations.

The wounds that cripple and bind

her, tell of her history as a struggling

woman. A woman struggling to survive.

Angry, spiteful, bitter and bearing the

anger and pain of a thousand women.

Shamed by society, Ridiculed for what

she has become. A voodoo Queen.

Adorned with expensive ornaments,

charms and amulets for protection

smoking her pipe, pieces of gris-gris,

ouanga and voodoo dolls as a defense

mechanism. Strange incantations,

humming to her ancestors who have

now become her only friends.

A lonely life stack up away from everyone.

Sitting high in a shady throne

in her cave. Away from the world.

A perfect seclusion and solace

for voodoo. A title she has earned

over years and embraces fully.

Voodoo Queen.

©FloetryC 2015



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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