Our People's Lips
Our people’s lips
piccolo at canting birds,
spit kisses into hands
then pitch,
awaiting swift receipt.
Lips, appended
by earthmud eyes,
sovereign brows,
lend silent discourse
'bout life
upon the street.
Groomed to smooch us
in her mother’s arms,
ma's deep doe eyes,
smile still stretching miles,
prepped seminal
bonds.
Auntie Lala’s
tawny yawn-hems
limning chicklet pearls,
loose banshee shrieks
from amathystene Harley
steed
at predators
for our safety’s sake.
Black holes, nebulae
her high mind points of view.
Her word-gates linger
as do riverbanks
when water flow is cut.
This poem is about:
My family
My community