Lisa Michelle

aMulattoe Blossom...... Mulattoe Blossom, A flower, Creme faces, Seem to share its glory, Stream nourishes its roots, Grows finely in the SUN, I seem to watch the miracle, Appears it forever grows, Transcending its mood, Compliments their beauty, Waiting for Mulattoe God's response, To its alluring beauty, Mulattoe woman dresses in its appearance, Shares in its refined grace, Of this miraculous blossom, Captures for her own sake, Unravels in blossom petals, Hides in its essence, Its fragrance turns into her humanness, Some Blunt Kindness of her GOD, Mulattoe Woman now looks past old rags, Standing up in her immortal character, SHE Blesses Her Mulattoe God With Her Mulattoe Blossom... By Lisa Richardson-Archambault