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ABOUT LAILA AMATULLAH AND HER POEMS
Laila Amatulah is a poet driven by an inner inspiration and her belief in this motivation is without doubt represented through her smooth flowing verses decorated with impressive imagery. Her appreciation of her roots as a Black/African-American woman is also easily noticed in her poems - Editor
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HER POEMS BELOW
The Dimensions of Love
How often did we mingle the honeyed
taste or our lips?
Soaring to ususpected heights,
Too soon were we parted still unfulfilled
Yet to meet once again in blissful
remembrance.
Dreams filled the empty spaces of
our yearnings,
Until the reawakening of long
repressed desires,
The dimensions of our love knew no
earthly boundaries of time or space.
The Color of Noontide
It appears not as a paupers dream
Nor as a rich man's paradise.
It is not a front page headline
Nor fifteen minutes of fame.
It is Powerful,
It is Cosmic,
It is Energy
Consummating forces into
Daily challenges,
It is an unabridged chapter
Of timelessness.
A WOMAN I AM
I will make no excuses
For being a woman,
A woman, the woman, I am.
I exalt in my womanhood,
As I possess creative powers,
A woman, the woman, I am.
I am a daughter of a woman,
a woman, the woman, I am.
I am a mother of a woman,
A woman, the woman, I am.
I am endowed with special knowing,
a woman, the woman, I am,
My higher power blesses me abundantly,
A woman, the woman, I am.
My earthly connection to my heavenly
Connection makes me the
Woman, the woman, I am.
ANCESTARL WOMAN
Exalted faces of our Ancestors,
Paint themselves before my eyes,
Nefertiti, Cleopatra, Kadeesha, Mary,
Joan of Arc, Pocohontas, Sojourner
Truth, Harriet Tubman, Sarah B.
Anthony, Eleanor Roosevelt, Fannie
Lou Hamer and Rosa Parks.
A myriad of traveling Womanly souls,
Wandering timelessly, planting the seeds,
For future generations to harvest,
Linking spirit to spirit,
Harmonizing with the energy of womankind.
NIGHT (TIME)
Suddenly you turn and yesterday
Has become a whisper,
The sun shapes a new day,
And you fight to keep the night away
Once again.
You race the morning,
You chase the day,
You leap across the eve,
Only to find the darkness has descended
And the night is waiting.
The promises and realities of the day
Become memories only,
As the cool breeze of the night
Pushes them away.
The night has now become host to dreams.
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