Tenecia

There are her eyes

alluring and penetrating at once

a gaze that is the abyss

of attention or intention

She 

protects others

as surely as she protects

her self.

And then there is her smile

cuts like wind

through mountain

howl that lands as a whisper

then a song

a most melodic lullaby

so it rises and sticks

like dew to feet.

There is her skin

rich and chocolate

a reminder-in-progress

that black is proud

to be beautiful

she carries

locs that measure wisdom

in her questions

is most at peace

living with unknowns

trusting the universe

And then

there is her dance

not cerebral at all

maybe even a tad hood

full of funk and spirit

if cloaked in bourgie boho

because when she dances

ain't nothing left to do 

but own

we is skin

we is smile

we is eyes

and this earth is God's house

and we is still here

to bear witness.