Black woman
Glancing into her brown eyes
you can see the reflection of the sunrise up in the sky
She wears her hair as her crown
you can’t deny the beauty lies in front of your eyes
Voice carries soft, soothing as lullaby
Big nose, big lips, childbearing hips
The body that bear a child for nine months
And snap back right in a matter of a glimpse
The type of woman to speak with her movements
To pronounce her words fluent as they watch and feel
Threaten
The type that is in better than the essence of a black woman
Copyright © I speak through my poems Myer | Year Posted 2026
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