The Black Woman
Upon the black woman's head she wears a tightly knitted nappy crown
Her eyes are like black diamonds mined from the earths ground
Eyes that burn with her love, her fears
Her excitement, her hurts, and her tears
Her nose is large and wide
Making it easy to inhale the Spirit and glory of The Lord, swallowing it deep inside
The black woman's lips are thick, smooth, and curved to catch her tears, and quench her Thirst for life
Dehumanized by society, character sketched out as wildlife
The black woman's elongated neck is sleek, firm, and stout
Presenting her close to God, so that she doesn't have to shout
Speaking to God in all His glory
It is with He whom she shares her story
The black woman's shoulders are broad and strong
To carry the weight of the world when things go wrong
Her chest is adorned with two perfect mounds
That are firm and filled with sweet milk and honey
Enticing her black man to suck and caress
Required for the development of little black kings and queens when they are delivered to Nest
And as the black man glides his palms across her back and belly he becomes lost in her Black hips that swing wide and round
As she goes to and fro, up and down
Bearing the thickness of her thighs
Encasing her opening where her sweet honeycomb lies
Longing for her black man to taste her sweetness
As he anxiously climbs her long and proud trunks of legs
His mouth and tongue drools and begs
Kissing her every curve and crevasse while grabbing her toes till they spread in screams As she creams
Reaching her full potency
Exploding with ecstasy
Becoming weak and falling into his arms
Like a new born baby that has been starved
then fed
© 2013
Cheryl Craig-White
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