The Soul of a Black Woman
by C. Highsmith Hooks
Friday, December 06, 2002
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The soul of a Black Woman is strong like the desert wind,
for it has endured the injustices of a thousand eternities.
Like the Pyramids of Giza and the Great Sphinx,
it has become weathered, but will never be worn.
Her spirit remained whole when her body was taken
and her heart has withstood the test of time.
The soul of a Black Woman is forgiving like the bends of the Gambia.
Despite countless disappointments at the hands of many,
her undying faith still allows her to see good where only evil reigns
and to pray for the wicked hand that strikes her down.
She is able to move seemingly unmovable mountains,
for she has found great power in a prayer and a song.
But the soul of a Black Woman can be fragile like petals of the African Violet,
though the weight of her burden seldom allows her to show it.
Devastated by time and carelessly discarded,
the Black Woman’s heart bleeds over the plight of her people
and it hopelessly wrenches over generations bought and sold.
Her silent tears could overflow the banks of the mighty Nile.
Yet the soul of a Black Woman is ferocious like the African lion.
It is bursting with the will to live and the natural instinct to survive.
She is resilient and draws strength from the trials of her past.
The Black Woman is creative out of necessity-
history has made her wise and she improvises,
making a way where others see none, a path where others find none.
The soul of a Black Woman stands tall like the Obelisks.
It is a priceless and cherished treasure; an ageless, timeless wonder.
It is the foundation upon which many great nations rest.
Her shoulders have borne the burden of an entire race
and from HER womb sprang the children of the world.
She is the mother of all life and her potent seed yields powerful fruit.
Many marvel at her inner strength and want to make her their own,
for she is refreshing, like cool water in the dusty, dry Sahara.
She will lay down her life for the one who steals her heart,
but she cannot be possessed by anyone and her soul has never been for sale;
she gives it freely, because often, that is all she has.
But what a precious gift it truly is-the soul of a Black Woman.
© 2000 C. Highsmith-Hooks
The Soul of a Black Woman
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|Reviewed by Karla Dorman, The StormSpinner
|i am white, too...but admire the strength and beauty black women convey...they are proud of who they are...if only i were so courageous...this is a beautiful tribute to black women. thank you for sharing...(((HUGS))) and love, karla. :)|
|Reviewed by William M. Sowman
|I love the soul of a black woman. I have a black lady friend here, and I could not help but love the soul she has shared with me. Bill Murray|
|Reviewed by Karen Lynn Vidra, The Texas Tornado
|and the soul of a black woman is TRULY a special gift! long may she fly! i am white, but i have always admired black culture, and i see nothing wrong with black people! they deserve as much freedom as the rest of us! tell it like it is! love, a new friend, karen lynn. ((((HUGS))) :) p.s.: when i was growing up, my best friend was black!|