'beautiful black woman'

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Have you ever thought what goes through a man's mind when he see you for the  first time ? Oh well it goes like this, they look at us and say she got body and looks with ass i  gotta make her mine.
"Growin' like a Baoba tree" and I look down at my feet That walked the African soil as a child Running around carefree "Motherland drip on me" and the memories roll in  of the Congolese sun shinning
I find myself within you when you look at me    when our lonely bodies sway in this space  I do not see brokenness   but rather our enduring strength.  
  Lil white boys Yes, you I am talking. For once, I am taking up space Listen. What are you, scared?
She is Black She is talked down on, raped, oppressed She is Black  She is beautiful, intelligent, powerful She is Black She is accused, beaten, broken She is Black
She is Black She is talked down on, raped, oppressed She is Black  She is beautiful, intelligent, powerful She is Black She is accused, beaten, broken She is Black
He called me beautiful but that didn't change anything in me  Its not that I didn't believe him but it has to come within me to believe 
She’s not your normal mythShe doesn’t live in the clouds,However, her hair is made of them. She wasn’t cursed by a jealous lover, butShe was cursed by society. She doesn’t have tales to make you idolize her. 
People watch, but not with their eyes; they watch with groins, hands, and minds You “front” so they look from behind, you’re tough so they’ll take their time
We all start off CARELESS, wonderful and free How did the day come when CARES came to me Everyone walks around with these complex machines  These machines are of the devil , they alter our reality 
Brown mahogany skin rich like forbidden soil of Africa   Deep colored pigment that drips melanin    Angels rub coconut oil on your skin and harmonize with songs of your ancestors radiating from your bones  
I’m angry. And I have a right to be. Because ain’t nobody fighting hard enough for our EQUALITY.   
I Am Me A strong independent black woman. Made up of melanin and dark brown honey eyes. I am me   From the color of my skin to the texture of my hair.
Oh, powerful Sun Illuminated still Like a plant, I reach to you ’til I’ve had my fill.   So, I flower & I fruit   & make aromatic scents with my skin living in perpetual radiance.
You look upon my skin with disgust Yet you spend hours of your life darkening your skin by the sun Why do you risk cancer to look like me?
Remember me, A black woman, Of West Indies descent,  Remember me, A black woman, With billows of coarse kinky hair,  Remember me, A black woman, With the body of an enchantress ,
Once knew this girl,typical self hatred ran deep Like a kangaroo that hated it's own leap She was out of pocket with her tongue Her pain was old but her voice was young
The color of my skin determines where I will go in life It determines what i will becomeIt determines how much respect I receive It determines how I'm looked upon 
Duality of Historic and Modern Black Women   -- 1957   Books, carassed in her arm, Elizabeth, pressed on.
Brown is a mix of innocence and experience, because not everything is as easy in black and white. It is a blend of the natural essence in life. Her warmth assembled into your irises to turn the way you see things.
Warm cocoa butter kisses graze the skin Its dark complexion craves attention Denial of it true beauty is a deadly sin But its tale of bravery is worth a mention  
In the beginning there was void, and God’s spirit moved the water and said “light be”, and the sun was here just as you appeared after I spoke to your existence in a prayer, or was it a dream? And it was revealed to me how your kind came to be
Her melanin glows like the orange sun   Her dark- chocolate complexion- so fine   As she walks by, who can be compared-none   Her red, rosy lips stand out like red wine  
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Dear Society, why hate on me? No matter how I wear my hair still so hard to please. Dear Society, why can't I be great? Shall I lighten my skin & lose some weight? Dear Society, do you think I'll be successful?
To the darkskinned black girl, You are compromised of honey, cacao, love, soul, and have been delicately, intricately, and selectively crafted by the very fingers of God himself.
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