What Makes A Black Woman

Her makeup
And her makeupless physique
Her kinks and coils
Her curves so unique
Her twists and Bantus so relentlessly
Warming
Her bosom warms the village
Her heart beats for the ones she loves
She walks away from the scoffs
Piercing those heels into the ground
Gaining strength to lead the weak
Keeping her head held high
And her outer man chic
She travels on the path to success
Leaving everything that's passed
In the past to rest
Shes mistreated
Degraded
And Lessened
But God saved her to be a blessing
Long after her reign
After her hate
And after her fight
She won down deep for her people
My God Harriet Tubman
My God she's a black woman

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