In the way I walk
How my thick hips sway
And my big lips say
"Excuse me"
To that plain, white sugar
In the way I act
How I fill up a room
'Cause everyone knows soon
The gossip I got about her sister
In the way I love
How I give it my all
And the sound of my call
For his caramel to dance with me
In everything I do
I am Honey
In being a woman
I get lost
In daydreams where I used to be
Beautiful
Was life and the youth all around me
In finding the future
I am blind
Because the past is all I see
Now that my tears have dried
In my now
I am a Child
In being beautiful
From past uglies
I am HoneyChild
4 comments:
This is amazing work. You explore questions of beauty, identity, race, and emotion in a very lyrical way. Everyone, I think, wishes to be "beautiful/from past uglies" - a perfect way to phrase it.
Hey Snow,
This poem is at once captivating and is able to be both complex and simple. Quite a feat! Brilliant job my poet friend!
The rhyme and line breaks in this poem really complement your style and you did a fantastic job beginning and ending gracefully. This poem is reminiscent of "Phenomenal Woman" by Maya Angelou. I would love to read part two.
Have you read the poem "Homage to my Hips" by Lucille Clifton? I think you'll like it.
Rachael
thank you so much! and no i haven't read the poem but i'll definitly check it out!
I have just discovered a very inspiring writer!
Love,
Mrs. Uzcan
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