I move my hips to the beat
Courting my youth with the feel
Of freedom
Letting lose the spirit within
Breaking down the borders
The confines in my head
As I dig into the beat
Breathing in
Digging in
Feeling it
This beat,
Danced to by the women
Just before they were women
As girls,
Ripe and ready
Supple breasts
Moving rhythmically
To this beat
Calling to them
Wooing them to womanhood
The beat that teases the soul
But strengthens it still
The beat that sees beyond
All that’s been instilled
That special beat
Of crossing over
Moving on
I move my hips to the beat
Courting my youth with the feel
Of freedom
Letting lose the spirit within
Breaking down the borders
The confines in my head
As I dig into the beat
Breathing in
Digging in
Feeling it
I move my hips to the beat
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Wanjiku E…A but make it A plus, only that poetry cannot be edited, I would have done just that.
adipoetry, veritas intra est!
Posted by Otieno-Adipo | July 5, 2010, 12:44 pm