POEM BY 'FEEL IT, SPEAK IT' HOST D RUFF & 13TH ANNIVERSARY OF ESTEEMED OPEN MIC

By : D. Ruff

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Brown Sugar Peanut Butter Cookie Skin

She's the color of brown sugar

Peanut butter cookie

Brownie fudge latte

With Extra cream

She's that extra kit kat sweet

And melanin is s'mores warm

Her color is

Late summer night car therapy sessions

And Winter night cocoa dates

Sunrise drives into neo-soul backgrounds

Back around her grooves

Groove between

Depths of her cinnamon mind

Her beliefs

Belief in black greatness

Black Love

Appreciation through reciprocation

Appreciate this moment

Take a breathe

And she's

Not breath cause...

That's an exaggeration

But

She'll be reason I watching my breathing

when she sleeps

And I don’t want to disturb her peace

Cause her color is peace

R&b and incense

Glass of wine and a warm bubble bath

Piece of scripture

She's prayer

The way she affirms you sounds like sermon

And she can preach

How can you not feel Godly

Uplifted

When a mocha Goddess sings your name in praise

The joy across her caramel grin is sweet to kiss

Her laughs are black choirs

When the spirit hit

And isn't that intimacy

Isn't her color sacred?

Her color is chapel

Temple

She is pyramid

Holy land

and have you prayed

Have you given thanks

Even when you don’t feel worthy

How her color is calm

Patient

When you don’t have patience for yourself

She always gives you space and time

For you to forgive yourself

And isn't that just a different hue

Sweet like brown sugar

going from living single

To being mushy as Overton

—D. Ruff







Originally published in-print in Boston Compass Newspaper #152 November 2022

 

Check out all the art and columns of November's Boston Compass at www.issuu.com/bostoncccompass


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