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My Sistas' Skin
December 20, 2004By Lisa Bartley-Lacey

 

My sista's skin is beautiful
All soft like Baby's Breath
Faint honey tones to pewter-gold
Then sweetest sable depths

My sistas' skin been scarred & torn
Beneath the burgundy
& velvet fields where we were born
My sista...cries to me

My sista's skin done lied to her
To every eye it's found
Except the Truth inside of her
That flows out from her--
napp, kinky, silk or wavy CROWN

My sistas' skin ain't covering
God's most adored Creation
Or Light that mocks the smothering
Of dark repudiation

My sista's skin is beautiful
From her head & all it Knows
To my sistas' ancient Soul
& down out from her toes

My sista's skin is beautiful

Just like my sista's Soul



Copyright ©2004 LISA Bartley-Lacey


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