Cafe Terrace at Night

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girl with a mandolin, coffeehouse in the evening, starry night, ballroom dance, in a sentimental mood

She walks in beauty, like the night.
Radiant as the Cafe Terrace at Night.
Sweeter than the sound of mandolins on starry nights.
I need you to be my Girl with a Mandolin, the way you pull heartstrings.
Silence is golden; yet you make my heart sing.
You make me wanna speak the languages of love, 

like the songbirds sing.
Sweet Muse of mine, 

I need you to love me,

love me, love me, if only for one night.
You could be my star eyes,

let me get lost in the magic in your eyes tonight.
This Love Jones got me in a sentimental mood,

let me be your Brother to the night.
I want to ballroom dance on the sidewalk tonight;

let your hands fade into my hands,

I wanna feel your heartbeat next to mine tonight.
I’m in a Sentimental Mood;

Sweet Muse, put on your dancing shoes 

and meet me at the Cafe Terrace at Night.
–@StevieStreets #inasentimentalmood #poem | Cafe Terrace at Night

Naturally She’s Dope

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bantu knots, black girl magic, black girls rock, black love matters, ebony essence, kinky twists, melanated, natural and happy, natural hair journey, self-appreciation, self-love, twist out

I’m a fan of black girl hips and full lips…
I got a thing for that ol’ black girl magic, I must admit.

I’m a sucka for melanated exoticness and kinky twists.

Ain’t nothin’ like a beautiful sista…
afrobloomin’,
melanin poppin’,
sweet naturalista.

This is dedicated to the natural hair movement;
keep doing what you’re doin’…
Oh how I adore how black girls rock…
Yes! BLACK GIRLS ROCK!

God bless whoever coined the phrase “Black Girls Rock!”
Shout out to Beverly Bond
and all the black women that applaud black women;
I’m lovin’ the bond.
Yes! Black Girls Rock!

I like ’em black and educated,
highly melanated…
black love matters,
you could love it or hate it.
I need a pretty brown that’ll slay with cornrows or locs.
I’m looking for a love that’s not afraid to rock bantu knots.
I’ll probably tie the knot with a beautiful soul crowned with a twist out.

She’s the crown jewel and my muse;
when I meet her, she’ll be natural and happy…
eyebrows on fleek,
pearly white teeth with the twist out.

I got a thing for twists, puffs, and all that stuff; don’t get it twisted.
Let’s be specific;
I got a love jones for chocolate skin tones…
naturally she’s dope,
word to my shea butter soap.

I see heaven in her eyes ’cause the world is not enough.
But where is she?
I’m looking for the woman with the FREE ANGELA tee…

Her heart is golden yet she’s a diamond in the rough;
sweetest thang I’ve ever known yet her shoe game’s tough.

We need to break the Willie Lynch chip…
and she’s a symbol of hope.
We need to kill the Negropean…
and her iconic curls are a symbol of hope.
When I need to know black is beautiful, it’s team natural that keeps me afloat.

Her natural hair journey is an expedition of self-love and self-appreciation…
I had to take a moment to spread love and express my appreciation.
Brown skin…
I’m glad to see you lovin’ the skin you’re in;
’cause naturally you’re dope.

Yeah, I’m a fan of black girl hips and full lips…
’cause naturally she’s dope.

–@StevieStreets ebony essence | Naturally She’s Dope

Melanin Poppin’

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afro bloomin', black girl magic, black girls rock, black love matters, melanin poppin'

I like ’em afro bloomin’ with the melanin poppin’…
FREE ANGELA tee, HANDS OFF ASSATA button rockin’.

Never had a love like this but aint no stoppin’…
When I meet her, we’ll reverse the Willie Lynch doctrine;
the movement’s not an option.

I need a ten with Nefertiti’s allure;
she could be vegan or omnivore,
long as her heart is pure.

I need a Coretta Scott, to invest in my intellectual stock.
I need a Betty Dean, to safeguard my Deen.

I need to convene with a Nubian queen that won’t intervene;
when I meet her, she’ll understand my debt to society…
her wisdom will hold my interest, we’ll invest in society.

I’m looking for that ebony essence to jet by the side of me;
I need a Harriet Tubman with Lauryn Hill writing skills.
She could be fly as Ruby Dee,
long as she’s fierce as Ruby Bridges when it’s time to build.

–@StevieStreets #blacklovematters | Melanin Poppin’ revisited

Allure

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alluring, beautiful soul, hopeless romantic, love, relationship goals

Many delight the eye…
yet, few are appealing to the soul.

I just wanna speak the languages of love
and celebrate año tras año with a beautiful soul.

Beauty tends to fade…
yet, inner beauty remains vibrant;
in the garden of spirits,
her inner glow is always in full bloom.

I want someone whose aura is perennial;
every night she walks in my dreams,
we grow old – she still walks in beauty,
her silver highlights become silver linings…
each strand symbolizing the love we shared neath many moons.

I need a woman whose expression of love
becomes a wellspring
in the winters of my life.

I need a woman with a heart like mine,
I just wanna become best friends with my wife.

Where’s the lady in my life?
I just need the one that I can love endlessly…
Where is the one that I adore?

Beautiful Soul, come to me…
come on, let me love you a little bit;
let me show you, you’re the one my heart beats for.

Beautiful Soul, you inspire me…
the day you gave me your math,
I realized two could be one
and one could be much more.
Maybe I love you much too much;
then again, I have so much love to give
and you deserve much much more.

Maybe I’m just a hopeless romantic…
I won’t blame it on the magic in your eyes,
I won’t blame it on the warmth of your smile;
I’m not blinded by your beauty,
I’m intrigued with your allure.
I blame it on the allure.

–@StevieStreets #beautifulsoul #poem: for #thebeautifulones | Allure

Love, Love, Love

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beautiful dreamer, hopeless romantic, how do I love thee, love, moments in love, romeo & juliet, sonnet, the port of my dreams, the saddest lines ever, tonight I can write

For the same reason that sonnets were written about Laura;
like the balcony scene in Romeo & Juliet,
like the sweet sound of songbirds in duet,
I became a hopeless romantic the moment I saw her.

I never believed in love at first sight;
the day I laid eyes on her,
I became a beautiful dreamer.

I felt forever,
the first time that she appeared;
when I think about forever, she is always there.

I became an incurable romantic,
the day that she appeared;
when I romanticize about what love should look like,
impressions of her always seem to appear.

She has become The Port of my Dreams;
it’s like I’m windsurfing emotional tides,
whenever I see her.

Why do fools fall in love?
Why do birds suddenly appear?
How do I love thee?

She rocked my world,
like the striking siren
to the hapless sailor at sea.

Only her love can rescue me from this storm;
oh how I jus’ want to get lost in the magic in her eyes,
like a ship at sea.

Love, Love, Love look what you’ve done to me:
How could you…?
Why would you send me the epitome of the one I’ve searched for all my life –
and not let us be together?

Love, Love, Love when will I see you smile again?
When will I get to look into your eyes again?
Why are you still single?
Why are we not be together?

Love, Love, Love we were supposed to turn our moments in love into a couple of forevers:
How could we…? Why aren’t we…? Come back to me,
you should be here – I need to hear your laughter,
we should be together.

–@StevieStreets #thesaddestlinesever | Love, Love, Love

Calla Lily

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calla lily, daisy petals, dandelions, no bed of roses, the garden of love

She was lovely as a calla lily…
magnificent and beautiful,
sophisticated and powerful;
she bloomed mystically.

She was much more than she appeared to be…
she was far more than a pretty face and a slim waist.
She had so much substance behind that pretty face and that slim waist…
she was much more than I cared to see.

At the root of it all,
my foolish pride was illy.

If only I’d stopped to smell the roses,
I could have cherished my calla lily.

The Garden of Love is no bed of roses,
I miss my calla lily.

They say love is stronger than pride,
my ego said “Nope! NOT AT ALL!”

Truth be told,
a calla lily is not a lily at all.

Nevertheless,
I should’ve fought for love…
when I had a calla lily in the palm of my hand;
now I’m picking the petals of a daisy,
thinking of my calla lily,
plucking dandelions,
blowing the seeds off of a dandelion globe,
making calla lily wishes,
waiting for dandelion snow to fall.

–@StevieStreets #nobedofroses | Calla Lily

Afro Bloomin’ (Au Naturel Springtime Beauty)

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afro bloomin', au naturel, black girl magic, black girls rock, Dazhane Leah, I love the skin I'm in, spring beauty, springtime beauty

She walks in beauty…

Mahogany Bliss Lips
with an Afro Bloomin’.

Oh how I love to see you working all that Black Girl Magic;
keep doing what your doin’…

don’t stop, get it, get it,
strike a pose,
vogue;
work that beautiful brown,
pretty brown brown
au naturel beauty.

You should be my sunshine,
let’s dance in the rain;
you could be my muse,
let’s go to museums…
I wanna place art on the walls that you built around your broken heart,
I wanna draw you close so you can canvass my heart…
the very thought of helps get my mind right,
you inspire me to write beautiful things.

My heart leans toward the warmth of your smile,
as a flower bends towards the sun in spring.

When I look into your eyes,
I understand why the birds sing in spring.

When I get lost in your eyes,
I discover sonnets and all sorts of beautiful things.

Oh how I adore your spring beauty…

Afro Bloomin’,
crazy kinky adorned with a spring beauty.

This is an ode to afros,
cornrows,
dreadlocks,
box braids,
and natural twists;
all that ol’ Black Girls Rock exoticness:
this is for the Afro-Essence,
jet-setting, Ebony, Essence springtime beauty.

This is dedicated to Dazhane Leah,
Ebony – Jet, Essence,
Upscale, Sister 2 Sister,
Black Enterprise, Hype Hair,
Sophisticate’s Black Hair,
Black Beauty & Hair,
Spell Magazine,
The Oprah Magazine,
and all the brown skin Queens that embrace their African features;
this is dedicated to the Afro Bloomin’ photo set,
this is for those iconic Angela Davis snapshots,
this is that “Woolly Hair and Don’t Care” inspire the youth to celebrate Black Beauty.

This is dedicated to Chocolate Skin and Coconut Oil:
this is that Shea Butter,
that Coconut Butter,
that Mango Butter,
and all the Butters,
this is that brown skin hydration;
this is for that ol’ “I’m Black and I’m Proud” rejuvenation,
that death of the Negropean –
rise of the “I Love The Skin I’m In” nation,
this is a jubilation of Black Beauty.

Thank goodness for sundresses and open toes,
full lips and black girl hips…
heaven only knows –
nah, I think we all know:
there’s nothing like an Afro Bloomin’ –
body boomin’
with an afro-mental…
I need an around the way girl
with a hint of sassines
and just a touch of love;
you know that brown skin quintessential…
I don’t care if she’s vegetarian or vegan,
long as she lives golden and loves reading;
I want to exchange oral sentiments
with a pigment powered woman that stimulates my mental…
Brown skin, it’s like ecstasy when you’re next me;
the magic in your eyes makes my heart beat like Afro-Cuban instrumentals…
Brown skin, I adore the way you dance to the drum of your own beat;
I think weird is wonderful
and you’re looking rather unique…
nothing could compare to your springtime beauty;
the first time we made eye contact, you knocked me off my feet…
this is for the Sisters going natural,
embracing their black beauty;
I’m Loving that Black Beauty…
peace to the Moons and the Stars
for redefining that ol’ black beauty…
this is for my Afro Bloomin’
Au Naturel Springtime Beauty.

–@StevieStreets #auNaturel | Afro Bloomin’ (Au Naturel Springtime Beauty)

Extraordinary Woman

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beautifulness, brown skin women, full lips, hela cells, woolly hair

You’re no ordinary woman,
so I won’t approach you like I do ordinary women.

The very thought of you
inspires me to be a better man,
you’re such an extraordinary woman.

When I look into your eyes,
I see an extra – ordinary woman…

Skin like chocolate,
woolly hair,
full lips,
intelligence,
voluptuousness,
and all types of beautifulness…
oh how I adore the way you shimmy
all that black girl magic;
you’re such an extra – ordinary woman.

Or maybe I’m just a sucker for ebony eyes…
oh how I adore those pretty brown eyes.
And I bet you didn’t know
but you’ll soon realize;
I love you in every shade of brown,
I love you in every shape and size.
Yeah,
I got a thing for beautiful brown women;
but you…
you’re a beautiful soul,
you’re like a dream come true,
you’re my extraordinary woman.

You’ve been victimized,
you have been criticized,
you’ve been ostracized,
you have been mentally & emotionally brutalized…
yet – you still manage to love.
Black woman;
I adore you,
you are so loved…

From the shores of Nubia
to the heavens above,
wherever you are is home.
My brilliant brown skin woman,
you are the crown,
you are the throne.
If the eyes are the windows of the soul,
your heart must be the gait to heaven’s door.
Black woman;
I adore you,
you are so loved…

You’re like a dream come true…
I am pleased to see you embracing your natural essence;
between you and I,
they try to tear you down in the public eye
but recognize –
they marvel in your presence.
Forget their awards,
forget their movies,
forget their magazines;
let them hate you.

Just remember…
just remember Ebony,
just rember Jet,
just remember Essence,
just remember Soul Train,
just remember the mediums that celebrate you.

Brown skin,
I want to woo you everyday
for the rest of my life;
you’re my extra – ordinary woman,
you’re the one my heart beats for.

Brown skin,
I want to be enlightened by the magic in your eyes;
on cloudy nights.
I want to Protect Black Womanhood,
I want to discuss HeLa Cells,
I want to repair the Black Family,
I want to open prison cells.
Brown skin…
I need you now,
more than ever before;
you’re my extra – ordinary woman,
you’re the one I adore.

–@StevieStreets #honorablemention | Extraordinary Woman

Every Day

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is every day asking for too much, laughter, love

I want to see your face…
I want to listen to your silence…
I want to hear your laughter…
I want to wipe your tears…
I want to know your thoughts…
I want to know your fears…
I want to know your hopes…
I want to know your dreams…
I want to get lost in your ebony eyes…
I want to interpret your sighs…
I want to massage your mental…
I want to have you near…
I want to smell the coconut oil in your hair…
I want to feel your touch…
I want to see you smile…
Is every day asking for too much?

–@StevieStreets | Every Day

Ravishing

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beautiful, captivating, enrapturing, sensational, stunning

She was ravishing,
I wanted to ravish her
with my wits and charm.

–@StevieStreets | Ravishing