A Birthday Ode

A Birthday Ode
I wrote this one in September.  She’s very dear to me.  It ‘s like this…



She was tall and toned with thunderous thighs.

Eyes like the night — a curvy figure so tight.

Her hips swayed when she walked,

A Southern bell when she talked.

As long braids flowed, in her hand she did hold…

A peach.


Men were caught up by her mystical power,

Her ebony skin they wished to devour.

The women all whispered then scampered away

To eat some… potato chips.

So they could feel better or know how to deal

With her likeness.


It’s triteness to think.

But she never did blink,

On the way to take a drink

Of her water.

Thirty-one years and now at her best,

With a mean corporate career,

Putting all to the test.


She was blessed.


So bad to the bone, on the day she was born.

Who could she be?


She’s Kimberley.

To me.

Special Agent to some.

Daughter to the moon.

Sister to the sun.

There can be only one…



About Onjeinika

An industrial engineer by education and a writer at heart. Mother to 3 children who have been known to cause mayhem. Wife of the man who tricked me into having the 3 said children. Servant of the Most High. I enjoy blogging, reading and dancing. Every day I strive to live life to its fullest. Reflecting God wherever I go.

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