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CHOSEN

a black man chose me today…
with his eyes wide open
and his heart following suit
he reveled in my quiet beauty,
the island sway in my hips
swearing he heard congo drums
sound with each swish
said he felt me calling out to his DNA
his sassy, sexy, saucy missing rib
and as he opened his arms
to welcome me home,
said he longed for the fire in my spirit
the strength of my backbone
wanted to run his fingers up & through
the coils of my freedom hair
read our story in the creases of my palm
look deep into my eyes and
find himself & our history
reflected there
strong & resilent
knowing that what we share
spans continents, decades, lifetimes
moves beyond skin and bones
and so
can’t be tainted by this world
nor the hatefulness in it
said he wanted me to know
that i was his
always his
and he,
mine
and he’d fight to protect that
with all that was in him
cause he wanted a woman
he could adore
a woman who would push him
to create himself in the true image of the Creator
a woman who would bless him with
love, grace, strength
every morning as he rose
every evening as he unwinds
a woman that would walk beside him
thinking her own thoughts
building their collective dreams
you may ask what my response was to all this…
i,
i chose him back
because
you see,
through it all
in spite of it all,
and when it’s all said & done….
nothing in life -
nothing -
compares to loving a black man…
except having him love you in return….

Copyright 2006 ~ Jackie Young

… ´¨¨)) -:¦:-
¸..´ ..´¨¨)) Jackie Young -:¦:-
((¸¸..´ …´ the original WRITE-OR-DIE chick. -:¦:-
-:¦:- ((¸¸..´* If you can’t be the poet, be the poem!

Last Friday, I finally replaced my printer and boy did I give the new printer a workout! I’d been stashing poetry in a couple of folders in my inbox and in folders on my harddrive. I’m pulling together pieces for the next collection and for me, having paper copies in front of me makes editing and sorting easier. I went through a pack of paper (500 sheets) and 1/2 cartridge of black ink in 2.5 days. I did manage to clean out one folder in my inbox and make copies of what’s on my hard drive. But, there’s more work to be done, more pieces to be unearthed, more printing to be done. I found this little gem tucked away in a different email folder. *sigh* So when I tell you that I write ALL the time, you’ll believe me going forward, right? (Told ya it was a poetry tsnunami in the area.) Now to turn my sights on the fiction up in here.

Live DELICIOUSLY!
~ J ~