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Local Poet - Donna Renita Hamilton |
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MEET DONNA RENITA HAMILTON
Donna is an artistic local Poetess, who has previously contributed to the Soul Pitt in the past. Who can forget her perceptive and descriptive view of what happens after the midnight hour in her "Nature Walk: Gandy's 30-30 Club". She would like to share some new pieces with our readers:
Valentine's Day by Donna Renita Hamilton
I fell in Love on a
He and I, our caramel bare feet glazed with Vanilla sands.
I am Butterscotch, He is Toffee.
Making Cappuccino topped with Whipped Cream.
By Donna Renita Hamilton I am beneath the full silhouette of the moon. I am stark. The sky is pitch. She is naked and spikes the Ocean with her beauty. I am her reflection. A fluid limb envelops my body. I glide my finger down a honey colored arm Sweat has concentrated its stickiness so it runs freely. I dip a finger and taste the sweet sap. I reach up and wrap my hand around his thick neck. They barely make it half way. But it's Okay because I know the spot That longs my touch. Waves rise. I Close my eyes. My fingers. Ravenous, enter his mouth in search of wet-warmth, lips and tongue. He feeds them. Nibbles each one at a time. He holds them captive, momentarily. My body trembles. Fiery chills rise inside. I reach to stroke him. But He takes my hand and places it between My thighs. He wants I to touch Me. I stretch, arch. He smoothes and sooths. Seduces my nipples and they shy away. Then grow with anticipation. Coy erection. His handsome mouth swallows them. My mind needs quenching. Am I speaking in tongues? He pulls my bottom lip into his and moistens my mouth. I no longer thirst. He drenches my thoughts. My neck, my ears my eyes. My nape, my lobes, my lashes. My breast, My belly, my b-button. Throbbing. Tingling. My feet! My toes! My back, my ass, my thick brown thighs. My belly again. My b-button again. My, Oh wait a minute! wait a minute! My, My, My cli…my clit…My… Sweet, wet, succulent, Pu Puss Sy! I see blue, yellow, red, orange, and green. I see the color of moist, and hunger, and passion. I smell a rainbow. My emotions are soaking wet. Pulsating, Vibrating. The Ocean explodes. I arch my back-- Wwway back. Spring back some more then forward. I want to kiss Him, ravish Him, Love Him. But He is no longer There?
I Celebrate by Donna Renita Hamilton My name is Nikki Nu born into this here world on a Black night in a Black chevy, between Black thighs. My Mama named me Nicole the new belonged to that dark moon. Later she says she may have picked, Sepia. But says it held no strength. "No, Mama I say, that’s isn’t dark enough. Sable maybe?” she smiles. Yes, some say I am what’cha call Blue Black, Coal Black, Black as Day, Shiny Black. Black as Day. . . that’s the thigh slapping one. “Amen.” Oh, but Yall don’t get it twisted. God loves my Blackness. The Sun smiles upon me owing me no apology. I keep my head up high adoring its radiance. And I kiss it with mature lips. I gaze at the Moon with wide inquisitive eyes. She is noble amidst the dark sky. I am thankful for her. She reminds Me of Me. I embrace her with grateful arms. I taste lemony days drenched in sunshine and inhale the cool peppermint night breeze. I dance a two-step with my Sister silhouette, sashaying my wide hips--swish swish. I raise my dark arms high above my head stretching, reaching. My brilliant fingertips grace a timid star. “Don’t be shy” I tell her. “Shine baby Shine” I am Nikki Nu, New for that Black moon I was born under. New because I stand tall, erect, akimbo. Draped in Blue Black from head to toe. Some say I am Charcoal, Black as the Day is, Shiny Black. With a name that could a been Sepia. But My Mama said it wasn’t STRONG enough. I am a Black woman A-F-R-I-C-A-N American and I am proud. Yes, world I celebrate. I celebrate then. I celebrate now. I celebrate my Ebony, Onyx, Night Skin FOREVER.
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