African Figures: Ladies of the Night
Selling bartering just a little more cash please
A painted in shadow, wrapped in gold,
Stories untold, bodies sold.
They walk with hips that silence streets,
In heels that echo broken beats.
Eyes like fire, lips like wine,
They barter time, they blur the line.
No crown, no throne, no gentle grace
Men pass through like shifting sand,
None stay long, none understand.
It’s in their gaze, there’s something more
Like queens forgotten in a war.
African figures, carved in flesh,
Trapped in lace, bruised and fresh.
Not for love. Not for light.
Just surviving through the night.
Art copy righted to, George’s Girl 2025
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Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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so nice
Reminds me of a plant we used to have in at my parent's called "Queen of the night". In the evenings it smelt so gorgeous and the whole compound smelled of it. It must have lasted at least 12 to fifteen years before it finally wilted or they uplooted it to tar the floors