Black Woman You Are...
By Jerald Howard
I couldn't care less about your hue or complexion What I really love is your strength and direction
For centuries you've found a way to overcome You make no excuses...you just get it done
Black woman I love you in every way
Black woman I love you everyday
Black Woman
You're filled with love and pride...determination and resilience I admire your courage, your beauty, and your brilliance
AKA, SGR, ZPB, or DST It really doesn't matter what's your sorority And no disrespect to my sisters with your wondrous calls But the truth is I couldn't care less if you pledged at all
Because no Greek letter or word can define who you are That's not what makes you such a shining star It's your essence and grace that sets you afar Your love and your beauty makes you better than par Black Woman
You've been lied to, raped, and beaten...cheated on and mistreated But no matter how others scoff, you're still there when you're needed And we don't say it nearly as much as we need to But black women, your men appreciate you
Lemonade out of lemons you continue to make Even when we are the lemons, you refuse to forsake Whilst we moan and complain and fuss and cuss You continue to believe in and encourage us
And we love you so much more than we could ever show Even though I use this poem to try and let you know
These words that I speak only begin to capture An inkling, of how you cause such rapture Rapture in the sense of pure ecstasy Move brisk like the wind and stand next to me
No matter how I confabulate, articulate, verbalize or vocalize My words fall short of what you are in our eyes
Black Woman
Will Smith is not legend...it is you who are legend You are our queens...you who are destined
Destined for greatness...destined for success When God gave us you, he decided to bless
To bless us with your goodness...to bless us with your grace If excellence had one, you'd be its face
Black Woman
I love your lips. I love your hips. I love your attitude Let me see where else I dare allude
Maybe to your sweet and lovely thighs Thighs when spread, they set forth cries
Cries of passion...cries of bliss The cries of my baby boy's lips I kiss
The cries of our children pushed forth from your womb The seeds we plant; the flowers you bloom Black Woman
You're my grandmother, cousin, auntie, and niece You're hope, you're love, you're happiness and peace You're our mothers, sisters, daughters, and wives You're the reason we're here...you are our lives
You are our triumph and celebration...the reason we gloat This is for you black women. The realest thing I ever wrote