Photo Inspiration: Josephine Baker

I remember the first time I heard her sing

She walked on stage with the confidence of a Queen

Her skin was the color of coffee mixed with the right amount of cream

Finger waves graced her hair giving us a different version of Josephine Baker

The red dress she wore fitted her perfectly and stopped just at the ankles with matching heels

As her hand wrapped around the microphone, everyone silenced to hear her speak

The lights dimmed and the spotlight was on her

Witn a smooth sultry voice she welcomed us to the Savoy

The teasing of her eyes let us know we were in for a treat

The sway of her hips showed she was no stranger to a beat

And the singing reaching our ears had us all on our feet

We danced song after song

Until all too soon she thanked us for coming out

I left that night memorized by the beauty in the red dress and sultry voice

Years later it still brings me to my feet 

Every Sunday after dinner in the middle of the living room floor

I put on a tune

Hold her close in my arms

And she sings to me

Just like she did when she was

The lady at the Savoy

As the sun begins to rise

I take this time to examine you in the

Quietness of the morning

Dark hair cut to precision with a bevy of waves

Smooth dark brown skin that reminds me of

The homemade chocolate candy I made with my grandmother

Dark thick eyebrows with cocaine slits showing your down south side

Slim nose that flairs out into Jackson 5 nostrils as Beyoncé calls them

Heart shape lips that look not only delectable, but reveals the most warming smile I’ve ever seen

And as I look up my heart skips a beat at my favorite part of you

Dark piercing eyes stare back at me

I’m in love all over again

Photo Inspiration: The legendary Robert Johnson

Black like licorice

Which I hate

Except when it’s in the form of you

Black like the berries

Which I think are so tart

Except when I get a taste of you

Black like the bruise on my heart

The same bruise you created when you left

Something you said you would never do

You and I were meant to be

A forever kinda love

Dancing through life to the sound of

Your guitar and down home blues

In the French quarter at the stroke of midnight

With the Baron playing his wicked tricks

On unsuspecting tourists

We’d pass by laughing at his naughty ways

Those days are long gone

Now there’s countless nights where I whisper your name on a falling star

Tears cascading down my face

For a love never to be returned and never replaced

A love that is lost to a cruel sickness called fame

That reached inside and took ahold of your very being

Causing you to make a deal that

Would sacrifice everything we believed in

Legba’s hold on you is something I just can’t fight

He took your soul and my promises of forever

Breaking my heart

As I watch you run off at sundown clutching your guitar

With the sound of hellhounds chasing you into the night