Petite Powerhouse

She stands
5 foot 4 and a half
A buck fi-teen
33, 25, 37
Legs to Heaven
Pass thunder thighs
Breasts, mango sized
Hands, impossibly small
But surprisingly wide
Hourglass waist
Arms, slim and tone
Feet of a pre-pubescent princess
With burnt caramel skin to match
Face of a queen
Genealogical jackpot
Black southern elite marries
West Indian Moor
Top that
Afro-Caribbean-American
Cherokee
Irish
African
BlackIsBeautiful-American
Rasta-Moravian plus
New Age-Presbyterian
A preachers daughter plus
An English professor mother
Equals A priest of eastern meta-physiology
A young Black boy plus
A Puerto Rican childhood
Equals a Bi-lingual Revolutionary
And when they join it creates
A self-determined guerrilla mogul
And an Urban Mary Poppins
SupaCaliFraggleIshUs
Petite Powerhouse
Brains
Brawn
Beauty
Black Barbie
Complete with real soul
And curry flavor packets
To spice up your life
Better than fairy dust
If you're trying to get fly
Come get high
No blond weave
Plastic surgery
Or colored contacts needed
Just long flowing locks and she's
Fresh out the box
From the hat to the socks
Gap when she talks
Not when she walks
Cause the stride is easy
Like a tropical afternoon
The hair is breeze
Like the ocean
Under a full moon
And the eyes are big enough
To lose yourself in your own smile
Deep enough to see a country mile
With lips that pout
Full when pulled in or pushed out
Pink like a kittens nose
Pink like the polish on the toes
When she paints those
Polite as a South Carolina waitress
In a Texas steak house
But fierce as a mother lion
On the prowl for a new pride
Even domesticated, a little
A girls scout with a weakness
For eagle scouts with shinny badges
And utility belts
Complete with a secret stash of thin mints
For anyone who should need bait
To fall into her Venus fly trap
All that?
More in fact
Black nerd
Renaissance woman
Writer, thespian, dancer
Poet, artist, model
Honor student
Teacher
Performer
Event organizer
Self-employed
Survivor
Warrior
Child of God
Servant of Time
Mother of Angels
Alive
Black
Female
Petite Powerhouse
Leaper of giant leaps
Protector of the meek
Savior of the outcasted
And damaged goods abandoned by
American dreamers
And ghetto superstars
Recycler of good ideas
Consumed by big business
And left whimpering in the corner of
Defeated minds like
Active land mines of inspiration
Waiting for redemption and
Growing hostile
I am the return of a movement
Crushed under the sledgehammer
Of imperialism and secret intelligence
The fruit of the Black Power Poet Tree
Gill Scott Heron's love child
With Ntzake Shange
Given to Nikki Giovanni to raise
Who spent summers with Angela Davis
And weekends with Maya Angelou
Where sometimes Alice Walker would come by
For tea and Spades with
Octavia Butler and Eloise Greenfield
That kind of real.
Coltrane and Dolphy would play on Sundays
With Billie Holiday on vocals
And Monk on keys
Sometimes on Saturdays
Stevie Wonder would get together with
Bob Marley and Third World
For a jam session with the Beatles
And the whole house would vibrate
The pictures of African royalty
And Black Revolutionaries
Would slide to the floor
Trying to get down
And the neighbors would bring
Covered dish admission to
The greatest party
Since the last time
We got
All the way down
And then one day at eighteen
And three-quarters
A superhero put on her cape
For the very first time
And flew the coup
One day she'd be a superstar
One day soon
But first
She had to learn to fly
I
Am a Black Super Nova
Brilliant flash of light
Spreading itself
Across the universe
In search
Of the ultimate Black whole

by Empress Nzingha presents Hunny-Brown Sunshyne

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