I have a beautiful thing inside me that is a thousand
I am an old soul trapped in a young woman’s body.
Living life in a different era, fighting my way through
I am that vintage soul always sniffing through antique
shops and flipping pages of historical books.
Traversing through blissful euphoria in a time machine,
and getting lost in a nostalgic trance.
My eyes tell a story with its old window shutters
revealing a medieval woman in the romantic era
lost in William Blake’s “Songs of innocence”.
I am that African woman of the 19th Century drowning
in Phillis Wheatley’s beautiful poetry.
I am the reflective and inspired black woman of the 20th
Century reading poems by Maya Angelou, Pablo Neruda
and Langston Hughes.
I am the new age floetic vintage soul of the 21st Century
reliving my memories as a poet, writing my own poetry
and inspiring readers with my spoken word Poetry.
A young face with an old mind, a young body with an old heart.
I am the multifaceted sensual voice of soul and blues
jamming to smooth, romantic classics.
Nodding my head, snapping my fingers, and doing the
soul train line dance to the sounds of the temptations,
the spinners, the O’Jays, Four tops, Al Green and Sam cook.
I am the funky black woman doing the running man, butterfly
and the electric slide to old skool hip hop and RnB music.
I am the dreamer always watching the classics.
A sucker for Turner classic movies and hooked on old skool.
Reliving beautiful memories in Love and basketball, Love Jones,
Jason’s lyric, Brown Sugar, and Dead Presidents.
Replaying movie scenes, swinging to the vibes and imitating
beautiful movie acts.
I am an old soul clad in clothes of the 21st century.
A prayerful woman with a strong belief in God and miracles.
A hopeless romantic who still believes in Love, chivalry and
the beauty of romance.
A caring, intelligent woman who appreciates respect, kindness,
forgiveness, honesty, gratitude, empathy and truth.
A woman who understands imperfection and mistakes.
Constantly swooning over my old fashioned beliefs and
perceptions on life and love in a judgmental world riddled
with hate and selfishness; filled with moral degradation.
I am a Vintage soul.
Too old to fill a music album
Too old to be put in a poetry anthology.
Too old to fit in an art gallery.
Too old to be loved by everyone.
Too old for B.S.