naz poetry spot

under that Flesh...

She's like a black Super Model...exotic...
yet a slave...
a beauty sold...men gave her gold...
even the bold would fall to her feet...
all but wanted her flesh...

did anyone care? She was made of warm blood...
that flowed like the Nile...
all the while under that flesh...did anyone care?
Her mind had imaginations, dreams,
and wisdom of all africa's kingdoms...

Under that flesh...did anyone care?
Her soul was wild with other passions beyond the flesh...
Love that would never sink...
But aspire to the highest levels of ecstasy...

no...all they would ever see was her flesh...
Yes all would agree her flesh had beauty...
yet...if they could penetrate the layers of flesh...
they would find a phenomenal women a divine Queen...
luscious within...

-Naz
1996