Black woman

Black woman....walking down the street
Black woman....walking down the street
Black ooman....walking dung di street

Her eyes so defined like sunshine gold
Her  nostrils flare to highlight her cheekbones
Her lips so thick, could give the softest kiss
Her neck.....elongated

The slope of her shoulders
The round of her breasts
The flatness of her stomach
Down to her love nest

Her hips...oooooo her hips
Her hips they sway
Thick thighs powering away
The firmness of her calves....
Barefeet ......flat against the tar


Black woman....walking down the street
Black woman....walking down the street
Black ooman....walking dung di street
Black woman

- Njari Ifenyah

Bottomless well of dreams.

Ahlooo lovely peeps.

Why should there be limits? Why should  we accept the ideology of limits? Why should we conform to limiting ourselves? I mean, is it too much for us to be so much ...AND MUCH MORE? You share with others yours dreams and they retort "Lawd yuh wah be too much Missis" ...and they complete it with a sly snicker. What is too much though? How much is too much?

‎"Everybody is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid.” 
― Albert Einstein