WHAT WOYINKA IGNORED....................POETRY THAT HAS A SOUL!

Not many times have i seen a young act holding it down when it comes to poetry. That's some nobel peace prize shit! (My french!!) 

My society is pathetically patriarchal, its disgusting! Not many ladies make that break thru. Hold on thats not true. They do! Save that they are judged on how good their gravy tastes or how curved their bendy waist. (Yes i can bust some lines too hehe). 

But you see poetry has moved miles. Its not about some turgid rhymes anymore. Its about that "je ne sais quoi".  

Today's guest blogger volunteered something beautiful. I'm assured its only a teaser though as she has more stuff up the sleeves (no, not sleeves, skirt). She signs off with "Golden Rose". To the connaisseur, it appropriately evokes memories of the all too perfect "Goldie" in Sin City. Naughty naughty.... chupachopz in the mouth! (hooo ho! Filthy mind. I fear ive got to exterminate my readers at this rate.) 

Just chock on these next lines: 

She must live
Her heart pounds so hard
Her lips will not peacefully be together
Her body will overheat cold water
She is frail
She is pale
And yet she must live
Her eyes whisper hope
Her forehead portrays worry
Her hands clasp unto space
My tears will not have their way
My faith will not shiver
Oh yes she must live
The Master will take record
of all her good deeds
The Master will send His Angels
To minister healing to her
They will fasten their wings
They will not fail time
They should be here now
Hahaaa! She lives
Her whole being is renewed
As if she wasn't before
And yet now is
A whole new personality
Graceful and thankful
The wind must this message announce
She does live
The Master does answer
For she lives

Golden Rose