The Black Woman

The black woman is like a symphony Each part of her is how god wanted it and how it's meant to be You call her head nappy but I call it natural This may sound sappy but I'd rather a woman whose hair is just like her heart... Real You may not like how it feels buts it apart of your natural beauty Just like your larger then life lips which whisper words that soothe me And don't let me forget what's that word that rhymes with Judy Oh yeah you’re a cutie Your eyes that match your skin Amazing I don't care if you’re dark chocolate or mocha or the color of hair like Sosa Color chose you but my heart chose its lover now if black is beautiful Why do we hate on our dark skin sisters and brothers That dark skin is just a cover of an overflowing personality But it’s sad to see many guys would rather a red bone whose feels apathy But I suppose ignorance is bliss Even though the lips of both feel the same with a single kiss Your type is that with curves to the greatest extent Yet those are the features of a woman with African descent But only if their skin is tan and their money was spent On hair from India When will you stop feeding on what is beauty from the media If dark is ugly you know not what's attractive If they look like monkeys I feel bad you have been captive to the massive amount of crap from the media But black woman are goddesses strong and sweet similar to Zeus We’ll you know what they say the blacker the berry the sweeter the juice The darker the girl the deeper the roots