All Things Poetic

Where Art Thou Beauty

**You'll find this poem on my CD, "On Her Own"

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Where art thou beauty?

Isn't it plain to see in its flashing bronze caramel tone?

Flesh that turns the shade of a fresh fallen autumn leaf when kissed by the sun.

Pride that holds strong from hundreds of years of torment, stolen names, adversity and will.

The deep, rich, misdocumented history that is our ancestry of Kings, Queens, slaves, niggers, coloreds and others.

It is bone straight.  A curl, a kink, a nap, the kitchen of an array of follicles blood rich-good hair and bad hair included.

It is a dialect, a language, a slang, a talk, a jibber-jabber, a pig-widge of tongues.

A word that is bond.  A brother and sisterhood chained and carriend from one generation to the next like the shackles and ships they sailed in on.

It is Black.  A mystery to some, a life for others.  Light skined, high yellow, red boned, pass for white, too light and damned near white, pale complected, brown, tan, almond, bronze, caramel, black, dookie black, blacker than tar, the blacker the berry the sweeter the...struck match black, blue black but beauty no doubt.

Where art thou beauty?  Look around you.

Copyright 2001

Tiffani C. Frost

Sweet On Feet

**You'll find this poem on my CD, "On her Own"

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for my grama...

Here comes a force to be reckoned with.
A walking monument of grace. A committed pack-rat collecting baskets of family treasures and history.
Lady G the matriarch of self-less giving.
Too lovely for words, too quick on her feet and cheeks that would make cherubs blush.
The quintesstential grandlady.
"Chile did I tell you this?" And "don't you know that?". Dancing' the electric slide all night long.
She is coolest of the cool for someone whose tree was planted in 1920 something or somewhere you'll find her Caddy that zigs and zags sporting a smile for the strangers and a yoowho! for the neighbors.
She is a keepsake of sweetness volunteering her prayers and good word for anyone in need.
And with her front porch open for business make sure you stop by to hug the creature whose heart is soft and hands that tell tales.
Floating on air she does not walk, she simply appears.
With a status and staure so high you'd think she was the Mayor.
Educating, contemplating and elevating the youth in the park of lincoln.
And don't take it personal cuz she will tell you if you're out of line, not on time, pants saggingg, don't you be bragging and did you put on deoderent today?
Lady G is upfront, in your face, tell it like it is. And when all is lost...give it to God.
What more could you ask for? One should be so lucky to connect with such a soul.
My GrandLady, sweetness in motion.

Copyright September 2004

Tiffani Frost