Sole Sista (vol 2)
Ebony cream they say of her skin
Pearly white they say of her teeth
A ray of sunshine they say of her smile
A crystal clear fountain they say of her laughter
Yet what say they of her inner most treasuries
Those catacombs nested deep near her heart?
They see not the crimson blood neatly covered wound inflicted at close range
They see not the wide expanse of endless galaxies in her eyes that sparkle – but sparkle of tears
They see not the tattered torn history book inside the gold casket
An hour glass they say of figure
Frivolous they say of her mischievousness
Petite they say of her sneeze
Warm they say of her embrace
Yet what say they of her inner most treasuries
Those mysteries buried in hidden labyrinths?
Those tears are of pain not gain
Those ringing bells are of goodbye not hello
Those rays of sunshine are heavens glory peeping through wanting a glimpse, feeling pity for…
Oh they say she’s a Soul Sista!
Viva a la Diva
Oh she’s a Sole Sista alright
Marilyn Monroe was a Diva too…
Sole Sista…
'Zamezinhle 2007'
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