My Sister

0 Comments

My Sister

Oh...my sister...
Oh...my sister...


She's a woman...
   ...hair the many colors of the good earth
Skin...
   ...so many shades, from shadows to light


She has eyes that shine....
   ...with the brightness of a setting sun
And a voice...
   ...that could raise even the meekest to might


Oh...my sister...
Oh...my sister...


She moves...
   ...like a gentle wave on an ocean
   ...touching the sands...
A beautiful, Black, regal woman...
   ...so proud her pride became mine


She's the other...
   ...part of my soul
She's my mother...
   ...more precious than gold
She's my lover...
   ...eternally...
She's my daughter...
   ...born to be free


She could look at me
   but through me
   for me and to me
My sister, so Divine

Poem Comments

(0)

Please login or register

You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
leave comments/feedback and rate this poem.

Login or Register

Poetry is finer and more philosophical than history; for poetry expresses the universal, and history only the particular.

Aristotle (384 BC-322 BC) Greek philosopher.

TsadakeyahCohen’s Poems (22)

Title Comments
Title Comments
Jericho Blues 0
Genesis ( A Poetic Story) 5
Your Forever My Love... 0
Back to Paradise 0
My Sister 0
Ebony 0
Lost Within 0
Pray to Jah! Love! 0
Get on Down There Moses 0
The Universal Man 1
Vanity 2
Twins 0
Salt 0
A Scar 0
God's Lament 0
I Am come from... 0
A Question? 0
Family 0
Voices 1
Freedom? 1
"The Fire Next Time" 1
Rise Into Yourself 2