The She~ the goddess “She”
In the cloudiness of the Western light
the spirit “She” unfolded
From the unexpected came the might
The might that men of centuries have dreamed
In the possibility of the probable
that stacked the odds she embattled to surmount
En-route it must be possible they mistook the Spirit Victor-Ludorum
for a Negro woman
It was the destined destination, aside for only “She”
Precluded from common opportunity corridors
Probative the lady-spirit that Oprah is “She”
Was there the possibility that she,
her destiny would find derailment?
The capriciously busy double tracks,
to mishaps disposing
demanding the upper echelon the footstool of Suma
Only the “She” the Spirit indomitable traverses
She the enchanting that does not self-seduce
She that brings disappointments to terminal end
in audacious judgment with ease;
To impound and adjudicate between the pro and cons
in the spans of wisdom,
that’s quick and potent
It is the destined destination
that must be attained for Oprah is “She”
What possibility along the trans of circumstances
had headed her to same destination?.
For there were tears,
only wherein instanced,
wherein men would have self-destructed,
popped and disposed
Prickly painful, but not imposed upon the Spirit She;
Not frail; not easily sponged to puffiness is “She”
Not gullible; to unsteady gaits,
easy she rebuffs,the forceful pushes,
The deluding persuasions
and the professor on derailment from destiny
found; to his ensnarement at the cubits of disappointment
That, “the She” is the “Oprah of America” the She Spirit.
The excellence, enhanced,
while not comprehended,
became prevalent to primacy in deed.
In surging, the Spirit sparks
and the fire rekindles
to attain the height, the envisioned pinnacle
The queenly caput; the bandanna of excellence; the ring of gold.
In personality, the Spirit extends
a most capricious attraction that lures but not seduce
A face that provokes with beauty and innocence
and demeanor that impresses
but would not embrace
A Spirit that beckons all to self,
but stands aloof
That’s it; too much Spirit
for any to hold, is “She”
A Spirit, mounts, ecstatically enjoining at distance,
proclaiming, “Love You, love me, Love you”, Love me
Thus the world embellishes with love,
for with love she attends, for Oprah is “She”
Bravo! my lady bravo!
Would that I could write, or
sing thy Spirit to justice end
I would then,
have attained the pinnacle
where excellence thy Spirit captured
To copious charity,
I would my heart’s content sculpture
for Lady, “She”, the “Spirit of Excellence”.
In song and literary poverty, I must contend
and commit rather to spirit,
Bravo! Sister Bravo!
Thus, the world embellishes with love,
for with love she attends, for Oprah is “She”
Bravo! My Lady, bravo! bravo! bravo!
