Women Come To The Front

scrambled legs
and run
from the
second wave
in the rubble
of twisted beam
bodies lie on top
and spirits rise
to see a new world
wives forced to
put on working boots
five cent in wage
while children's' fingers
are used
as tools
grungy
and
dirty
after the war
is done
they all
will have a hand in it
not wanting to give it back
women grew power
got masculine over night
held offices to
kept cobwebs out
but after the chores are done
negro leagues
would play
shadow ball
bloodied
undefeated
baseball from the soul

Proposition

at night
the moon becomes liquid
dreams subsiding north
brightly shinning
close to our bed
while we entwine
red sequence in-between
the sheets
spasms say, "yes"
no, to the due of dawn
half curled finger tips
wave welcomes to secret pleasures
we dance to the bending of the stars
a hula dancers' nightmare
stuck between the galaxy
we do the voodoo
carving small white doves
saluting our love
to tell our story
at night
we pull out
red checkered blankets
swallowed by the night
wrap whispers' wind
while eating juju bees
laughing at soft sounds
that inspires our lovemaking
moving south to the border
juicy fruit smack sandwiched in the lips
our erotic exotic interpretations
of karma sutra
delectable while sitting on the porch
passions that hang a spittle on cupid's beard

Shaela Montague-Phillips, author of Chanting The Flowers Off The Wall, is currently majoring in English. She is also a regular submitter to Da' Ghetto Tymz [a Pan-Africanism Magazine] since 1994, published in Shirazad Magazine. Shaela attended at The Pennsylvania Governor's School For The Arts, Carlow College Summer Arts Program, and Slippery Rock University. She has also won numerous awards in poetry including Honorable Mention twice in The Black History Essay Contest sponsored by The Chamber of Commerce.

Email: Shaela Montague-Phillips

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