Here is my one poem that is in this book titled "Diva"
“Diva”
Young wise woman.
Brown-cinnamon flesh.
Black braided hair.
A heart listener.
No one can exploit her.
Listen to her stories.
Honest as an open bowl.
Men don’t understand.
She knows what she needs.
She is a diva!
A deaf woman she is.
Doesn’t matter.
She isn’t a light-headed bird.
It won’t work if men try playing tricks.
Beautiful she is.
Intelligent she is.
But she doesn’t lift her tail feathers up.
She doesn’t want to be a pawn.
Respect her dreams!
Respect her existence!
She carries the armor.
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