5 … (a poem … offering)
5
Akua Allrich © 2011
Feet hanging in the imbalance of this perfect hurricane made by gods and ancestors to shake the core of me
Make me dig up more of me
Stroke the ego and wave it goodbye
Jump in the spin with faith and a sigh
Afraid to let my babies see me cry
Instant breakdown as I hit the car that left me at the curb last night
Kicked it left to fall back right
Wrong in a will-filled fight
Crash up against the wall
Crash, I try not to fall
He wore red that day when he came to give me the news
I knew it was grim
I smiled in the sin
The sin of wishing and praying for this day when the wretched leave and all they’re shit still lay near
I intimately labor, my exterior austere
But I smile underneath
As I wash through the grief
Tumble in the goodness of change
A living in nothingness full and strange
Eyes closed as I sleep away the pain
Set fire to the rain
Let my body move through the waters to the sun
Under guidance of many unseen and undone
Spin in the winds
Whirl as if I’m paper thin
Feelings have no place in this endless rhyme the constant chase
Outright wrong I stand in place
with
No ground
Once was a line
Now I am round
Full of inception
Cleaned of insurrection
Mutiny lives only in the mind of the weak
laugh at their silly games and take the prize that they seek
blinded by their own madness
I sit in quiet
grateful that I have this Spin
This innate will to win
At my own race
All obstacles I embrace as I climb these walls
and reach closer to the stars
I, in all that they have made me
In all the creator hath created Me
From spirit to embryo, from child to woman
I give into this and
I shall live, love, light the way and give of me and them
Shaken and good and bad I could
I say never could I undo what has been done
Unwilling to feel settled to just have fun
Burn in me the light
Burn in me and give us sight
Spin me at your axis and I will honor this practice
Of justice and fight
Of gift and might
Weak to your light
Stay with me
Balanced in your imbalance
Eternal in you
I stand in the libation of my sacred pot
I bow to the fullness of this Maat.
Eternal balance 
EBONY EMPRESS (THE BLACK WOMEN)
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The visage of your beauty,- beamed- as a resurrected Nefertiti
As I stood amazed, as your aura shined liked Nubian gold.
I did not approach you , (awe struck in your perfected persona)
So I admired you from afar, across the room, enjoying the view.
You walked w/ the balance of Maat, in your seductive strut.
As if your were walking upon rice paper, not leaving a mark upon its surface.
The smile from your crimson lips, drew me deeper into your realm of regality;
As an exotic enchantress w/ eyes that are electromagnetic, like the sun–
Encapsulating my silent gaze, like the planets into your opulent orbit of serenity.
Perhaps, we did meet in another dimension of space and time.
But, according to Einstein’s theory on super relativity: “I can not travel back in time,”
To find out where we might have had an encounter before, for like amber RA your light…
Embraces my spirit, and I am longing to shower in the heat of your desire.
For you free my transfixed 3rd eye, w/ Promethean fire.
Written By Curtis Anthony Penn.( NUBAKA KOSO)
Wow! that is beautiful! Thank you so much for sharing such wonderful words. Peace and love to you!