Her beauty is more than what you call skin deep

It is stronger than problems that keep her from sleep

Her beauty is more than smooth skin and thick hair

More than big eyes, full lips and the fashions she wears

Her beauty is greater than the tasks she is given

While working ten hours and raising her children

It comes from within, way down deep in her soul

From places she's been and stories she was told

From Mothers before her and from creators of art

From songs that were sung to comfort her heart

From cooks and seamstresses and preachers of faith

From Doctors and Nurses and lovers of mates

If you were to ask what makes the Black woman beautiful

To the world, to her offspring and to the man that she finds suitable

It's her gleam, her glow, her ways of self expression

 Her words, her deeds and the way she teaches her lessons

The Black woman is beautiful for all to behold

 On the outside and the inside and way down deep in her soul

Written By H. Renay Anderson02/16/05