“Emilia” or St. Patricks Day Poem
An ode to my sister
Gold covered saxophones
Burst open with lacy checkered notes
When she walks into a room
Her step is the Mardi Gras anthem
Her skin glows with passion
Dark and golden
And everybody thinks that she’s this great artist,
But really, her soul is art and therefore
She expresses with ease
Ready to crush others with her fury and
Comfort with her gaze
Ready to touch things into gold like magic
Queen Midas
When she walks she leaves a cloud of red perfume
She
Is
Color
You don't know her like I know her
Because she is a part of me
And I will spend my life knowing her
About the Creator
Nadia Mehretab
Hi my name is Nadia a.k.a Naads. I am an Eritrean-American. Africa is my beginning and my end. I believe in the inherent oneness of humanity and hope to spread love to all who cross my path, whether that be through my writing or in person.
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