Somewhere In Life Is Love

Beauty's Emancipation

The cab slows to a stop
under the veil of constant rain,
It’s yellow paint worn
like the gloss on her lips,
Her eyes
discomforted by its approach,
She longed for her escape
For the chariot to come
and whisk her away from the pain,
Her freshly permed hair
destroyed by inner-city moisture,
Her heart
destroyed by inner-city apprehensions,
Her life
nothing
but another desolate vision
As I watch from a distance

As I look closer
I notice the mascara,
Applied with the delicate care
of sensuous anxiety for passion,
Now ran her cheeks like Nubian tears;
"Nubian tears from a Nubian queen"
A beautiful black dress,
freshly pressed and accented
with love’s caress,
Was now drenched and tattered
in another man’s instantaneous regret;
"Nubian tears from a Nubian queen"
Her heels,
carefully hand-picked and charged
with the intent of turning heads,
Were now in her hands
dangling from her like heavy emotions
on a broken ledge
Destined to slip
And fall into
the brown puddles of
despondency surrounding her

"Nubian tears from a Nubian Queen"

She reaches for the door of her chariot,
Opens it,
and suddenly notices
my eyes
watching her
Drown herself
in gravely immense oceans;
She gasps for air
as she looks up at me with earnest,
And her eyes
gently whispers through the wind
Help me
And with that,
she plunges into her chariot
And rides away from the pain,
for the pain,
In search for
another day
To become
Beautiful