beautiful black woman
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My mother.
The curls of her hair
a mystery we could never find the end of
with various ringlets
creating a spongy wall around her head.
My black mother
From the night in her skin to kink of her hair
The sun in her smile to the stars in those eyes
I know that Melanin is beautiful
The beauty that glows through her
blood like magic
Her melanin drips like honey
Who am I?
I am black.
I am woman.
I am educated.
I am beautiful.
Who am I?
Who am I?
I am the blackness that felt your fury.
I am the female that is not worthy.
My black is beautiful.
I’m not what media perceives me to be as a black woman -
I can’t be loud, I can’t yell. I can’t express myself in the most
I'm just a girl in the petals my beauty falls deep, more than the firm curves of my body, but inside of me.
I'm just a girl in the petals with a heart of pure gold, but in all reality gold is malleable it cannot fold.
Its funny how you know me
But don't know me, you know?
Was in my class then, back then
But things just got old
You underestimated my knowledge
Grew success now you don't dodge me
Dear Blk girlCan I ask you why youBeSoChill ?Like Chicago lake front winds got not a damn thing on you?Like ice cube and Ice tea been trying to sue you for copyright infringement?
Dark girl,
be proud of your physique and skin.
You'd think the boys only want you
because of your appearance.
They don't want to know what's within.
You say that you want a man
You are a beautiful black woman
Kind and smart
You are a beautiful black woman
With an enormous heart
You are a beautiful black woman
As beautiful as can be
You are a beautiful black woman
