Web About Health - Women's-Issues EarthenwareA century and half will never make my earthenware gleam, even if it be scoured and forgotten at the bottom of a stream. I am earthenware born daughter of the house taken wife of the man created mother of nations, a burden too big to bear just like this earthenware I balance on my head. This young maiden blossoming in the rays of youth my teeth chalk-white my breasts, mangoes, ready to be plucked in season, red and ripe. Passing by on my way from the stream in skillful balancing acts, the men sniff after the scents of my akwete cloth, like he-goats in heat desire dripping from their eyes to form pools at my feet. They say to me: “Nne come and greet me.” Virile men they are, they wish to prove that virility. I am earthenware balanced on braided hair with care so sought after when first molded with the potters skillful kneading fingers, an artwork catching the eye, first to be pointed at on a market day abandoned when cracked and broken, my contents spilling over. (Excerpted from “Without a Name” a collection of poems by Val .K., coming soon.) Val .K. is a poet, and a nature lover. A collection of his poems "Without a Name" will soon be published by AuthorHouse, U.S.A. For personal contact, send mails to: leviathandepthsreturns@yahoo.com About the author: Val .K. is a poet and a nature lover.Read similar articles: Kuan Yin, Chinese Goddess of CompassionMannatech Plus and Hormones The Perfect Body Trials and Tribulations of a Fitness Trainer Is Perfectionist Thinking Supporting or Sabotaging Your Success at Weight Loss and Lifestyle Change? Dressing For Less Shopping Tips: What to Look for When Shopping for Tops 7 Mistakes That Will Ruin a Professional Image Menopause Relief Eating For Two Treatment For Hemorrhoids Information About Scientology Strength Training Download Gwen Stefani Mp3 Action Figures
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