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Woman

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I should have shaved my thighs,
And kept my dreadlocks tight…
It was the deception of the mind that let them loose; they used to be so tight
And felt just right
I let it grow within – this deception, YOUR deception
In a world so dense and full of misconceptions
A deception conceived by the desire of an emancipation
Deception-believing that speed was progress yet I was with no direction
Deception-drifting away – you said you’d pull me back from this repression
This deception conceived by the desire of an emancipation
Filling my head with your system’s corruption
Deception– the words you spoke were a mere obstruction
Deception-ending my mental flow with a cruel destruction
Deceived to let them loose- my dreadlocks
Letting them loose, my values – my core
Forgetting them, my family my people
Deceived to let the hair grow on my thighs – I should have shaved
Shaved my mind of wicked thoughts
Shaved the palm of my hand from physical harm
Shaved my mouth of uncouth speech
Shaved it all off- the embarrassment, shame
This regret…
I should have shaved
It was then when I asked her-
Yes I asked myself- the woman inside of me,
It was with this, which that woman so bold told me,
The free one sleeping inside of me, locked in your bondage
She said that I should have shaved my thighs
And kept my dreadlocks tight
She spoke because she knew what is before it was
And what could have been if what is had not been
The deception – free your mind
Leave no room for mental castration
Let your life be loose of all haughty hauteur
And leave the persona non grata to be emasculated
Free yourself from this embalmed victimhood
I am doing what she says I should have done
This deception I have left for you’
The unacceptable woman in me I abort
Now I keep my legs tight and shave my thighs
And I will let my hair flow and my dreadlocks grow.

Blackpearl

Featured Poem:

When a Woman is Loved

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Blackpearl:

When a woman is loved, words cannot handle the situation
They cannot reveal the simplicity of the complication
She becomes beyond meaningful definition an abstract work of art and
Everything is too cliché to put your finger on it
On that day poetry will not be enough; in fact it will be unnecessary
For the very toes on her feet will scribble art pieces in her path
Her veins will be a new form of vocabulary
And her breath will speak into existence the fantasies of her childhood
See, the beating of her heart will be like a djembe
The djembe sound will be music to her bones
the bending of her bones will be an unceasing dance
And The dance will bring clarity of the music in her head
See her head and her feet will be completely in sync
So that the thudding of her feet will be an expression of her beauty
And Her beauty will be redefined unconfined
For the texture of her skin will become as supple as the interior of her womb

Her shadow will mascara her body
Her hair will accessorize her face
And Her eyelashes will frame her vision
So that only perfection will touch her sclera
And her sclera will be as white and bright as the fullness of the moon
And Her fullness will absorb her beholder
And when she loves him
She will turn her mind inside out and put her head over her heels
Yes she will go crazy-maaad crazy
And impossible comes within the reach of her weaker arm
She takes the inadequate and sufficiently trickles it down her spirit
And it reaches her lover without interference
For the service provider connecting her to him is kept available at all peak and off peak hours
And the peak her connection reaches is beyond times measure
Hours won’t matter no days won’t matter and years will seem like minutes
She will live in a timeless time zone
Yes she’s gone crazy maaad crazy because she is loved.

Itai:

When she can hear the silence
She is closer to God and furthest from the violence
the world of turmoil disappears and beauty begins to take shape
Everything falls into the moment, her torments fade away
Her sorrows are drained away as she flows into a world of no time
Listen to the silence that listens
the stillness that moves
the darkness that glistens
she is that silence
And she lives here forever more
and like that silence she expands and shrinks back into expansion
She is a beating heart
She is a meeting part
She goodbyes her way into Hello…

BlackPearl:

She will not need words to express her interior
Because her interior becomes exterior, extraordinary
Expandable, exciting …excruciatingly attractive,
Exactly the kind that makes you exaggeratedly
Try to make every word rhyme when explaining her state of ecstasy
But she will not need words because
Her voice will be a beautiful monotone
Even when she does not sing even when she does not speak even when her lips are not apart
And Her smile will be immaculate even when her face is expressionless, even if she were asleep
Because When a woman is loved, she becomes love.

Blackpearl

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  • Inspiration (4)
  • Reflection (2)
  • Captivation (5)
  • Peace (0)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (1)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

Comments

  1. Wow! When a woman is in love….. with the power and of this poem, now I can imagine What it means for a woman to be in love. Thank you Black pearl for sharing this prolific masterpiece!

    James Yalley
  2. O.M.G!!! this indeed is a priceless masterpiece, well put together. i loved every bit of it. Keep it up girl!!! #proudly_zimbabwean

    Precious

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Biography

Black pearl was born and raised in Zimbabwe. The 25 year old poet emerged on the performance scene in June 2010. Her poetry is impeccable and captivating to all poetry lovers. Her work depicts life as she experiences it, pointing out beauty, and humor. Blackpearl has taken part in events that include Harare International Festival of the Arts, 16 Days of Activism against Gender based violence, Acoustic Nights (hosted by Zimbabwe German Society and Wildfire Events), Intwasa Festival, Sistaz Open Mic, Bocapa amongst others.

Blackpearl

Blackpearl
Blackpearl

Biography

Black pearl was born and raised in Zimbabwe. The 25 year old poet emerged on the performance scene in June 2010. Her poetry is impeccable and captivating to all poetry lovers. Her work depicts life as she experiences it, pointing out beauty, and humor. Blackpearl has taken part in events that include Harare International Festival of the Arts, 16 Days of Activism against Gender based violence, Acoustic Nights (hosted by Zimbabwe German Society and Wildfire Events), Intwasa Festival, Sistaz Open Mic, Bocapa amongst others.

Woman

Enlarge poem

I should have shaved my thighs,
And kept my dreadlocks tight…
It was the deception of the mind that let them loose; they used to be so tight
And felt just right
I let it grow within – this deception, YOUR deception
In a world so dense and full of misconceptions
A deception conceived by the desire of an emancipation
Deception-believing that speed was progress yet I was with no direction
Deception-drifting away – you said you’d pull me back from this repression
This deception conceived by the desire of an emancipation
Filling my head with your system’s corruption
Deception– the words you spoke were a mere obstruction
Deception-ending my mental flow with a cruel destruction
Deceived to let them loose- my dreadlocks
Letting them loose, my values – my core
Forgetting them, my family my people
Deceived to let the hair grow on my thighs – I should have shaved
Shaved my mind of wicked thoughts
Shaved the palm of my hand from physical harm
Shaved my mouth of uncouth speech
Shaved it all off- the embarrassment, shame
This regret…
I should have shaved
It was then when I asked her-
Yes I asked myself- the woman inside of me,
It was with this, which that woman so bold told me,
The free one sleeping inside of me, locked in your bondage
She said that I should have shaved my thighs
And kept my dreadlocks tight
She spoke because she knew what is before it was
And what could have been if what is had not been
The deception – free your mind
Leave no room for mental castration
Let your life be loose of all haughty hauteur
And leave the persona non grata to be emasculated
Free yourself from this embalmed victimhood
I am doing what she says I should have done
This deception I have left for you’
The unacceptable woman in me I abort
Now I keep my legs tight and shave my thighs
And I will let my hair flow and my dreadlocks grow.

Featured Poem:

When a Woman is Loved

Enlarge poem

Blackpearl:

When a woman is loved, words cannot handle the situation
They cannot reveal the simplicity of the complication
She becomes beyond meaningful definition an abstract work of art and
Everything is too cliché to put your finger on it
On that day poetry will not be enough; in fact it will be unnecessary
For the very toes on her feet will scribble art pieces in her path
Her veins will be a new form of vocabulary
And her breath will speak into existence the fantasies of her childhood
See, the beating of her heart will be like a djembe
The djembe sound will be music to her bones
the bending of her bones will be an unceasing dance
And The dance will bring clarity of the music in her head
See her head and her feet will be completely in sync
So that the thudding of her feet will be an expression of her beauty
And Her beauty will be redefined unconfined
For the texture of her skin will become as supple as the interior of her womb

Her shadow will mascara her body
Her hair will accessorize her face
And Her eyelashes will frame her vision
So that only perfection will touch her sclera
And her sclera will be as white and bright as the fullness of the moon
And Her fullness will absorb her beholder
And when she loves him
She will turn her mind inside out and put her head over her heels
Yes she will go crazy-maaad crazy
And impossible comes within the reach of her weaker arm
She takes the inadequate and sufficiently trickles it down her spirit
And it reaches her lover without interference
For the service provider connecting her to him is kept available at all peak and off peak hours
And the peak her connection reaches is beyond times measure
Hours won’t matter no days won’t matter and years will seem like minutes
She will live in a timeless time zone
Yes she’s gone crazy maaad crazy because she is loved.

Itai:

When she can hear the silence
She is closer to God and furthest from the violence
the world of turmoil disappears and beauty begins to take shape
Everything falls into the moment, her torments fade away
Her sorrows are drained away as she flows into a world of no time
Listen to the silence that listens
the stillness that moves
the darkness that glistens
she is that silence
And she lives here forever more
and like that silence she expands and shrinks back into expansion
She is a beating heart
She is a meeting part
She goodbyes her way into Hello…

BlackPearl:

She will not need words to express her interior
Because her interior becomes exterior, extraordinary
Expandable, exciting …excruciatingly attractive,
Exactly the kind that makes you exaggeratedly
Try to make every word rhyme when explaining her state of ecstasy
But she will not need words because
Her voice will be a beautiful monotone
Even when she does not sing even when she does not speak even when her lips are not apart
And Her smile will be immaculate even when her face is expressionless, even if she were asleep
Because When a woman is loved, she becomes love.

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (6)
  • Pride (4)
  • Optimism (1)
  • Anger (2)
  • Delight (2)
  • Inspiration (4)
  • Reflection (2)
  • Captivation (5)
  • Peace (0)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (1)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

Woman

Enlarge poem

I should have shaved my thighs,
And kept my dreadlocks tight…
It was the deception of the mind that let them loose; they used to be so tight
And felt just right
I let it grow within – this deception, YOUR deception
In a world so dense and full of misconceptions
A deception conceived by the desire of an emancipation
Deception-believing that speed was progress yet I was with no direction
Deception-drifting away – you said you’d pull me back from this repression
This deception conceived by the desire of an emancipation
Filling my head with your system’s corruption
Deception– the words you spoke were a mere obstruction
Deception-ending my mental flow with a cruel destruction
Deceived to let them loose- my dreadlocks
Letting them loose, my values – my core
Forgetting them, my family my people
Deceived to let the hair grow on my thighs – I should have shaved
Shaved my mind of wicked thoughts
Shaved the palm of my hand from physical harm
Shaved my mouth of uncouth speech
Shaved it all off- the embarrassment, shame
This regret…
I should have shaved
It was then when I asked her-
Yes I asked myself- the woman inside of me,
It was with this, which that woman so bold told me,
The free one sleeping inside of me, locked in your bondage
She said that I should have shaved my thighs
And kept my dreadlocks tight
She spoke because she knew what is before it was
And what could have been if what is had not been
The deception – free your mind
Leave no room for mental castration
Let your life be loose of all haughty hauteur
And leave the persona non grata to be emasculated
Free yourself from this embalmed victimhood
I am doing what she says I should have done
This deception I have left for you’
The unacceptable woman in me I abort
Now I keep my legs tight and shave my thighs
And I will let my hair flow and my dreadlocks grow.

Comments

  1. Wow! When a woman is in love….. with the power and of this poem, now I can imagine What it means for a woman to be in love. Thank you Black pearl for sharing this prolific masterpiece!

    James Yalley
  2. O.M.G!!! this indeed is a priceless masterpiece, well put together. i loved every bit of it. Keep it up girl!!! #proudly_zimbabwean

    Precious

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