beads and mirrors



Traded for Aztec gold,
I chose my currency.
I chose beads and mirrors.
Swarthy coverings, singing boxes, clinking stones.
Paisley shifts, silk bindings, painting sticks.
Iridescent fulfillings of my present.
My comeback to unfair deductions made in haste,
Measured against unveiled mounds and softness.
I chose beads and mirrors.
Twinkling fireflies, endless folds, warming scenes.
Flashing neon, sleek purrings, dizzying heights.
Crisp caricatures of wonderland.
Judgement doesn’t live here.
Left on a mound of dust at Uhuru (freedom) park,
Modest skirts billowing
I chose beads and mirrors.
Black lacquer, soap stone, flowered valleys.
Wisp lace, fertility chains, up done tresses
The open embrace to a lap of luxury.
Tiptoes swinging a sing song of lust,
A song of swallowing whole,
A feasting of life to music.
I chose beads and mirrors.

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