I Am Black But Comely Part I & II (2 Poems by Maryanne D. Brown Campbell)
I Am Black But Comely Part I
Her heart doesn't cease to beat
To the silent rhythms she still hears
And we can only feel
Her ebony so surreal
Her mind is a monument
Erected in the hearts of her people
No need for a museum reveal, or
To be hoisted in a cathedral
She is a walking, talking piece of Art
That makes Mona Lisa look futile
Even Da Vince couldn't do her justice
She just is
Beauty inspiring
The multitudes to seek
Cuts and incisions so deep
They leave a scar on her majesty
What society continually mars and negates, and loathes and speaks
of in
Treachery
They continuously emulate
Berating her so intricately because they want to be
Her crux of beauty
With full thick hair
And derriere
Plumped lips
And darker skin
She is the magnetic attraction, with a beauty that never ends
Because it radiates from her spirit within
Just check her melanin
Her smooth, unwrinkled skin
Read the Songs of Solomon
That confirm she is:
"I am black, but comely,
I am beautiful..."
I Am Black But Comely Part II
She not only knows,
She's convinced and who
Would convince her otherwise
When her spirit
Embraces life and begets life
When her heart
Is an eternal source
When her mind
Creates and believes and knows
All that God has
Defined
When her eyes devour,
Comfort and discern
All that her voice can articulate
When her smile
Is the epicenter of the horizon
Inviting and ever warm
When her hands
Can heal, soothe and comfort
All that is not at rest
When her arms
Are the embrace of God or
Allah
When her feet
Have stumbled and have still
Gone on
When her voice
Can resonate songs
Deaf ears can hear
Like Angels Hark the Heralds
They who could convince her
Otherwise
Have never met her face
To face
Have never conversed with her
Have never met her acquaintance
Because to know her
Most beautiful soul
Is to love her
And to know yourself...
These poems were published in my second book "Food for the Soul", with several other poems, available at www.authorhouse.com ; Barnes & Noble and www.amazon.com by Maryanne D. Brown Campbell.
Her heart doesn't cease to beat
To the silent rhythms she still hears
And we can only feel
Her ebony so surreal
Her mind is a monument
Erected in the hearts of her people
No need for a museum reveal, or
To be hoisted in a cathedral
She is a walking, talking piece of Art
That makes Mona Lisa look futile
Even Da Vince couldn't do her justice
She just is
Beauty inspiring
The multitudes to seek
Cuts and incisions so deep
They leave a scar on her majesty
What society continually mars and negates, and loathes and speaks
of in
Treachery
They continuously emulate
Berating her so intricately because they want to be
Her crux of beauty
With full thick hair
And derriere
Plumped lips
And darker skin
She is the magnetic attraction, with a beauty that never ends
Because it radiates from her spirit within
Just check her melanin
Her smooth, unwrinkled skin
Read the Songs of Solomon
That confirm she is:
"I am black, but comely,
I am beautiful..."
I Am Black But Comely Part II
She not only knows,
She's convinced and who
Would convince her otherwise
When her spirit
Embraces life and begets life
When her heart
Is an eternal source
When her mind
Creates and believes and knows
All that God has
Defined
When her eyes devour,
Comfort and discern
All that her voice can articulate
When her smile
Is the epicenter of the horizon
Inviting and ever warm
When her hands
Can heal, soothe and comfort
All that is not at rest
When her arms
Are the embrace of God or
Allah
When her feet
Have stumbled and have still
Gone on
When her voice
Can resonate songs
Deaf ears can hear
Like Angels Hark the Heralds
They who could convince her
Otherwise
Have never met her face
To face
Have never conversed with her
Have never met her acquaintance
Because to know her
Most beautiful soul
Is to love her
And to know yourself...
These poems were published in my second book "Food for the Soul", with several other poems, available at www.authorhouse.com ; Barnes & Noble and www.amazon.com by Maryanne D. Brown Campbell.
