Press Here
by Timothy K Robinson
(1978)
The Woman
Black
None to
Compare
Be her skin
a yellow gold,
a beautiful brown
a sweetly bronze
or a glowing
Midnight black.
Be her skin
mellow
and light,
a beautiful brown
not so bright
She is is still
the Woman , Black
Ig in her eyes
one since long
a love need be
since belong,
Then you will know
Her love will glow
All one can say
and not hold
at bay,
It is through
our history
The Black man
She help lift
from blissery.
She carried
in patience tarried'
the load
None else could hold.
Mother nature
creates in her. .
The loveliness
in sight,
no matter
what hardest
spite,
a beauty
that mean so much
that be.
In her lonely hour
And no one seems
to care,
When she
is dispised,
With strength of mind ^
and her children
kind...
She moves on
in her own life
lives on.
Black Woman
Be your
skin brown
Be your skin
Gold,
A midnight black
or so light and
bright.
Become
All you can.
Rise as high
As high as
You
Can rise
For it is for
you
To reach that
high
That is beyond
the sky.