PORTRAIT OF A BLACK WOMAN
I resketched my face on the palms of God
For I am a black woman who
bears the colours of heaven’s art
Thus; each day the sun romances me,
With kisses on my watery lips_ (a ritual my mother calls sinful)
I morphed myself into everything that ever painted
the fingers of God.
Say, I am the goddess of beauty, a blooming flower
Breathing to name myself before the hues
Of purified aura slouched on the bliss of God.
And behold, the sky’s radiance, is the magic I breathe
to remain black, for I shine with the true colour
Of how God invented us to travel his words
Into the arms of men who forgot past their tongues
In the ancient shrines of broken titles.
Look unto me; I’m a portrait, of colours
that should have meant “gloom” but I choose beauty.
So, if you dare title me, remember to kneel before
The goddess of beauty, that embraces
Rhythms of every poem
Sketched on the heart of a stone-aged diary.
ABOUT THE POET: Portrait of a Black Woman.
Prosper Isaac is a Nigerian teen writer from Taraba state, she is an aspiring poet with dreams to soar into the highest realms of creative writing. Prosper is a member of Hilltop Creative Arts Foundation, Taraba (HCAF 10) she is also a member of The Newborn Poets and a student of Helina Heritage, Jalingo.
She could be reached on Facebook@ Prosper Isaac.
Samuel