Some say the smile of a black woman

Can rival the sun

Some say the glow of the a black woman

Can be seen through the atmosphere

Stratosphere, Mesosphere, Thermosphere

Her skin ranging so wide, it’d make the Rainbow envious

Her hair literally defies gravity, growing up towards infinity

Woman so divine, she could mistaken as part of the Trinity

But do we really love her? Do we really think she’s worthy?

Of love, even though her skin is swarthy?

Is her skin too dark? Her hair too nappy?

Why doesn’t the black woman deserve to be happy?

She’s certainly beautiful, certainly strong

Manages to be right, even when she wrong

So we all need to get up and make sure the black woman

Keeps her head up