Metaphors seep my floetic veins.
Stroking the hidden part of my
soul into a living rage.
Igniting the flames of my passion.
Beckoning my fluent poetic mind
as i dribble my thoughts and
imaginations across a naked page.
I am a poetess by design.
A hue of purple mahogany frolicking
in the radiance of my poetic rainbow.
I am the wind that blows across the
plains of mother Africa, the river Nile
that drains into the Mediterranean sea.
I am the waves of hope, honesty, love,
freedom, passion, pain and pleasure.
I am the resident Floetic Queen
delivering my prophetic message.
The voice of the voiceless, the
beating of the soundless drum.
I speak the language of the ancestors
with my talking drum.
Of griots or Jalis; recite the isibongo
on deserted lands and play the music
of azmari to an enlightened crowd.
I read whispered lines rehearsed
over the years in my mind, unraveling
truth and preaching wisdom.
So, serenade me; feel the depth of
Leisurely explore my words, undress
me with your resplendent ability and
let’s swim in sweet epiphanies and
drown in a husky flow.
Freely explore my subtle nuance and
get lost in my verbal sensuality.
My warm verbs and nouns will wrap
around you, warm you through my
spectacular poetry recitation.
I am Afroetry, timeless poetry;
Floetry’s ebony sister with words
that age like vintage wine.
I hold art in me- deliver wonderful
and amazing expressions
projecting emotions, thoughts
and perceptions with each line.
Thoughts overcrowd my mind,
words are ever flowing and my
poetry is over flowing.