You know…I’ve never heard an angel sing. Yet I believe they do.
I imagine that when they sing they sound…a lot like you.
A soft…precious, sound of joy, to awaken and please the soul.
A soothing, gentle, and comforting tone. To ward away the cold.
A pleasure just to hear you utter…. any little thing, your voice distinct from all the others…
I hear an angel sing.
The other thing that makes it tight, my high opinion of …Your ebony hues as rich and smooth and sweet as morning dew.
The shimmy-shiver that your footsteps deliver…… must come from royal decent. I don’t know if I’m correct but…Are you heaven sent?
Always a treat to see your ebony beauty, the packaging complete. In the original form that you were born from your head…right down to your feet.
Please don’t discard or take for granite what I say to you. Though I am just an observant traveler…merely, passing through.
Take these words before your eyes and never you despair. As for me compliments come free…Because there’s merit there.
Farewell my Nubian Sisters farewell.
Contact Poet and Author Mozell Flemings at: mzflem@yahoo.com
Copyright 2009 written by Mozell Flemings for the 2009 Black History Book Fair
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