Poetry Afro (( Sensual Spoken Word )) By: Julia L. Clark My words, Are every woman. The high heels of my platform breath, To the bee hives Of my soul sista. Jail house rock, To the new era Be bop. I am poetry afro From the growing herbs Of strange soil. To the gas stove Of my over boil. I am nappy dread locks To the way my Phenomenal unknown Strategy shocks. I picked fields of Support my family, I sweat in brown skin blues In return respect Eat the heart of my Season word cabbage. I be damn If you don’t see My word college degree, In real soul food mentality. Darling, Pardon me. When you see Me swaying In red carpet Cocaine, That means my descendants Fought for me to Talk poetry politics Blood sucking ticks. I am poetry afro President Mrs. Lick My firm round you can kiss Because I know I am the S H H . . . Shut your mouth I am born and raised Texas South country Grammar is straight out The thesaurus word house. I am poetry afro From the sexual word tone I play. From the way you drink my liquor Patron, I massage your speeding mind zone. Triple play my ring tone Tattooed diamond back Digging in the scene With some poetry lean Ooh O O H . . . Ooh Just let my naps Groove tonight While my sexiness Make you sing Say it again While poetry just Let us fall in love Because when A blank sheet of Paper lay’s down next to Me I feel like I am in ecstasy O O H . . . Ooh O O H . . . I like it . When Word rivers Break up And let jamz Make me smile again. I am poetry afro Cooking in Base rhythm in my Frying P A N Garden celery . . . 
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