BlackWoman
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I saw a black bird today
I noticed its beauty
The grace it held, when it flew away
Don't know where it went but I know it was doing its duty
I saw that same black bird again
us black women,
like samples at a grocery store
set out to be picked over but is
never fully paid for .
Because a Queen is not a Queen without her King.
A woe-man is nothing without man
woe - suffering
My skin so caramel brown
And body nicely round
Curves here and there
But nobody seems to care
I live in a certain air
Burn with a body and soul
That no one can control
I am my own human being
Sistah Sistah!
You better hold that head up high and never let that chin face the ground
Don't give your enemies the satisfaction of seeing you down
Sistah Sistah!
My sister, Mother, grandmother, aunt, my friends
We are all one
The dark roots we come from
Look deep inside you