Black King

Tall
Strong
Powerful
BLACK
One day I saw a black king and he saw me
Not understanding the connection
I kept on my way
Timidly looking back
Watching him watch me.
One day he saw a black queen and…
Our souls touched, our paths crossed
Still, keeping on my way.
Felt a pull so strong,
A force so powerful.
Breath stolen
Heart pattering.
Turned and there he was
Still, watching me now watching him
He smiled and I got warm
He spoke and I remained silent.
“Good evening” is what he said
But I heard. “Let me take care of you”
He continued to speak to me routinely
But I continued to hear
“Let me comfort you”
“Bear my children.”
“Be opposite me on my throne”
“I’ll be your knight, and you my damsel”
His words like lava, oozing through me.
His movements so fluid, hypnotizing me
Still, captivated by this God. His eyes so like honey
Peering into my soul.
He sees the scars and he whispers “I’ll be the balm to bring
Peace and calm…to your soul”
He holds out his hand for mine
His eyes flicker for a moment…unsure if I’m sure
And I am.
Because one day I saw a black king. And he saw me
Together we walked, him talking. Me listening
Our souls feeling the pull of the energy that ties us together…
Makes us one.
I listen…and watch. As his eyes dance with unspoken affirmations
Wanting to be the sun to my moon
The sand to my ocean
He’ll be my better half. The right to my wrong
The joy to my pain
I’ll be his girl Friday from Sunday to Saturday
His everyday, around the way girl.
His dashiki wearing, turban wrapping, dread lock having
Reggae and apala vibin’ basket on my head bearing fruit queen
If that’s what he wants
And we’ll walk in the fields of Africa
Watching the victims of as I die slowly
slowly fade away and thankful for us...together
one...my king his queen
Chewing cane and procreating
Wondering what our heirs will be like
Jahzara our blessed princess
Jahari, young strong and powerful king to be
All this in the midst of walk when..
I saw my black king. And he saw me


Copyright by Tiyatti Speight 2005