Monday, November 14, 2011

My Darling Nikki! Thank YOU Friend for this....

"intensely poetic" photograph inspired piece. for dawn m. greene

red boned cause my red bones
are mississippi dust formed
crafted gently, delicately, boldly
by the only one wise enough
gracious enough
merciful enough
to also make them strong enough
to hold me up when
knees would rather buckle
when back would rather bend
when head would rather bow
i
am
just
who
i
am

and i cannot make apologies
for the things i cannot control
the color of my eyes can change
the color of my skin can change
the color of my hair can change
but it all ends up being just smoke and mirror
camera and flash
at day's end.

the beauty observed
did not come from the artist's palette
he could do no more than accentuate
the nuances on the canvas
this thing behind my eyes
has its genesis
in every bad day
in every rejection
in every good day
in every victory

pause

there is a moment
when every woman
infamous or unknown
is simply present
not lost in her thoughts
or overwhelmed by life
or excited by the newness
or detached from the mundane
she is just
present
at peace
in full bloom
that face she makes
stoic and seemingly oblivious
is life
is strength
is the all encompassing
intensely poetic
photogenically delicious
reality of being
a young
gifted
black
intelligent
talented
thinking
being
being.
who at the moment is just being
still.

have you seen her face somewhere?
on a billboard or a magazine page?
have you recognized her smile from
the cover of some book or ad?
do you ever wonder what's behind
that smile?
what she's like when there's no make up
when there's no shutter click
when there's no smile in her to share?

pause

in a world of whited sepulchers
where what's inside
is as empty
as vapid
and useless
as the space between regrets
we see
a little girl's dancing eyes
pause
a young woman's dreaming heart
pause
a mother's unfailing courage
pause
a student's fierce determination
pause
an advocate's undaunted resolve
pause

a photograph so intensely poetic it compels you
a silence so loud it implores you
a southern magnolia so beautiful it demands you
a presence so present it moves you
to stop moving
and just sit
and look.

Written by: Nikki Byrom.... I am still in awe that you wrote such a lovely poem on a rare image I took of myself!

1 comment:

  1. I AM ALWAYS LATE!! i just saw this after i texted you. teary eyed. you are welcome darling. i had an exceptional muse. i feel honored that you posted this. smh. wow.

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