Deng And My Soul Poem by Ivan Brooks Sr

Deng And My Soul

Rating: 4.3


I hit play, DENG's music was on repeat
The deep sultry voice sent soft echoes
Bouncing off everything into the street
Kemah smiled and laced her ballet shoes.

Kemah moved like a seductress in heat
Undulated her hips, moved to her feet
And she began to slow dance to the beat
spinning like a flamingo on the street.

DENG nodded as she started to swing
There's really no dancer like Kemah
Her backside, rhythm, her everything
Indeed she danced better than Kumbah.

I too wanted to rock to Deng's beat
Snapping my fingers, swaying at will
I just smiled and remained in my seat
But my old bones refused to sit still.

Right now I have DENG all on repeat
Kemah's body roll from place to place
Her soul intoned to his aesthetic beat
Deng's Kemah was a girl with real grace.

Over where I sat in utter amazement
I felt humid looking at her silhouette
Suddenly I knew what Deng's song meant
For Kemah danced my soul beyond ballet.

Saturday, July 1, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: dance
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Ivan Brooks Sr

Ivan Brooks Sr

Monrovia, Liberia
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