<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=547039" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Black Woman</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She’s native, naked, she’s native and naked<br>She takes me down and wipes my body<br>She holds me in her arms and warms my heart<br>She pushes into my mouth with the smell from future voices<br>She multitudes my soul into many magnificent beliefs<br>She never is betrayal to love<br>Ain’t no mountain fireplace gonna encounter her burnt scar<br>Ain’t tiptoe intense kiss gonna undress her lips<br>She has powers in dignity and her nights endure my feelings<br> with the moon or stars<br>She turned my life’s passions too beautifully for sleeping<br> whispering<br>Glory travels worthy in her lyric spirit<br>I am fragile in mine but she comes in galaxy memorised<br>Some outrageous reality remains in this society, but she comes<br> down plundering moves by radio hateness<br>She has been disappearing<br>She has been reappearing<br>She is the spice of earth and is the psalm’s tangled up in flesh matters <br> my embracements are mine<br>Branches are of a new thing now called gulls of agony<br>But she takes this over bridges<br>But she has private hurts and loves<br>Now my body speaking for everything she gave is spoken<br>But my robbed yearning became strangehood<br>But I praise her touch happenings in her stages.<br>She is my friend I sort of love her<br>But sick as me I believe in her returns.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lionel+Fogarty">Lionel Fogarty</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=547039" data-title="Black Woman de Lionel Fogarty" data-description="She’s native, naked, she’s native and naked She takes me down and wipes my body She holds me in her arms and warms my heart She pushes into my mouth with the smell from future voices She multitudes my soul into many magnificent beliefs She nev..."></div> </div> </div>

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