A Black Woman

I am a black woman. Black woman am I. This black woman is strong, and never ever shy. Could you look up to a black woman, of nobility and pride? Or look up to her for her intelligence, so vast and wide? Are you afraid of her serious face or piercing eyes? Do you feel sorrow when she cries? Do you know a black woman from Africa-ka-ka, But because of slavery now lives in America-ka-ka? How do you compare yourself to her? Or do you at all? Does your level of intelligence differ from hers and all? Could you be friends with a black woman, of attitude and style... Or would you stab her in the back after awhile? Are you impressed with this woman of color? Impressed with her courage? What about her pride? Yes, as am I. And you ask why. Because this woman is you, you, and her... but best of all this woman is I!