WHEN A WOMAN IS LOVED : Poetry Festival in celebration of International Women’s Day by Black Pearl
When a Woman is Loved
When a woman is loved, words cannot handle the situation
They cannot reveal the simplicity of the complication
She becomes beyond meaningful definition an abstract work of art
Everything is too cliché to put your finger on it
And poetry will not be enough; in fact it will be unnecessary
For the very toes on her feet will scribble art pieces in her path
Her veins will be a new form of vocabulary
Her breath will speak into existence the fantasies of her childhood
Her heartbeat will be the instrumental to her soul’s floetry
See, the pounding of her heart will be like a jembe
The jembe sound will be music to her bones
And the bending of her bones will be an unceasing dance
The dancing will bring clarity of the music in her head
Her head and her feet will be completely in sync
And the thudding of her feet will be an expression of her beauty
Her beauty will be redefined unconfined
For the texture of her skin will become as supple as the interior of her womb
And her soul will become more visible than her eyes
Her shadow will flatter her body
Her hair will accessorize her face
Her eyelashes will frame her vision
So that only perfection will touch her sclera
And her sclera will be as white and bright as the fullness of the moon
Her fullness will absorb her beholder
And when she loves him
She will turn her mind inside out and put her head over her heels
Yes she will go crazy-maaad crazy
And impossible comes within the reach of her weaker arm
She takes the inadequate and sufficiently trickles it down her spirit
And it reaches her lover without interference
Because the service provider connecting her to him is kept available at all peak and off peak hours
And the peak her connection reaches is beyond times measure
Hours won’t matter yes days won’t matter and years will seem like minutes
She lives in a timeless time zone
Yes she’s gone crazy maaad crazy because she is loved.
She will no longer need words to explain her interior
Because her interior becomes exterior, extraordinary extravagant
Expandable, exciting ...excruciatingly attractive,
Exactly the kind that makes you exaggeratedly
Try to make every word rhyme when explaining her state of ecstasy
But she will not need words because
Her voice will be a beautiful monotone
Even when she does not sing even when she does not speak even when her lips are not apart
Her smile will be immaculate even when her face is expressionless, even if she were asleep
When a woman is loved, she becomes music
And if music be the food of love, PLAY ON!
Let her jembe beat and her bones dance
Let her feet extensively express the madness of her mind
Which is turned inside out and upside down.
To reflect the moon in her eyes and the rhythm in her head
Let her heart burst out into flames of emotion that can burn out
Oceans of hurtful memories
Because now she is loved.
Black pearl was born and raised in Zimbabwe. The 24 year old poet emerged on the performance scene in June 2010. Her poetry is impeccable and captivating to all poetry lovers and others.Blackpearl has taken part in events that include HIFA, 16Days of Activism against Gender based violence, Acoustic Nights (hosted by Zimbabwe German Society and Wildfire Events), Intwasa Festival, Sistaz Open Mic, Bocapa amongst others.
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