08 November 2010

Behind Her Shades....

I was in a creative mood tonight and a trending topic by Amber Rose #Behindhershades, as well as Tyler Perry's movie "For Colored Girls" really inspired me to write this poem. I am open to criticism so please let me know what you think.

Behind Her Shades....
By: Krishana Davis

Behind her shades is a woman with passion and drive in her eyes.
Behind her shades is a woman who wants to be successful in life.
She lives each day off of little sleep, restless with a double shot of white mocha coffee.
She wants to have more than her parents.
She wants to afford to give her children double... Scratch that triple the opportunities that were afforded to her. 
She wants to own Louboutins and drive that fresh off the lot white on white Range Rover that she saw driving past her 2003 Toyota Corolla.
She wants to be happy in her success, glory, and fame; to bask in her own achievement standing loud and proud.

Behind her shades...

Behind her shades there lives sorrow and shame. 
Behind her shades lives a girl once oblivious to deep dark pain.
She knows now of the life without happiness stricken with guilt.
She knows now that she was blind and naive and the truth stood before her the whole time.
She knows now that the whispers and the chuckles were the initiation of rumors that are now proven true.
She knows now the feeling of being sorrow not for those people... No she understands self-pity.
She knows now of tue opportunity cost and what her economics teacher tried to explain to her that rainy day her sophomore year of college when she was daydreaming.

Behind her shades....

Behind her shades like swift movement warm like the sun's rays, and yet every so gentle like a fluttering butterfly.
Behind her shades is love like soft kisses on a forehead from your first love.
She sees the last autumn leaves falling and the heavy winter coats walk down her block as she peeps out a window.
She sees a pie just like the one her mama use to make for her when she was a girl many moons ago come fresh out the oven. 
She sees a hand and a friendly smile help her out the chair for she is weak.
She sees young happy girls in their sunday best run around on old hard floor floors.
She see a table dressed with a white cloth and fine china.
She sees and feels love radiating from every fiber of her being down to the pit of her stomach.

Behind her shades.... 

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