Strong Black Woman

"You're a strong Black Woman!"

People would say

as they watch her carry

weighty bags like an overworked mule

The title, which is spoken so

fluidly like a noble title 

scalds hotly like molten lava

on the smoothness of her thighs

Thighs which are caressed at night

through throes of midnight passion 

that leaves the residue 

that whelps late at night 

for milk, she cannot provide

She toils day and night in hopes

of respite by noon's day

balancing two or three jobs 

that barely pays

At the edge of her bed

, her phone glows 

in anticipation of his visit

She rests in his arms 

searching for solace that 

can't be found

Love he keeps 

hidden in the boroughs 

of El Dorado

He sprinkles upon her eyes

intermittent rewards that will

keep her at bay 

and wait eagerly for more

In the meantime, she'll toil

scrap

bleed

and keep the bed warm for when

he'll need a place to deposit his seed

Because she's a strong Black woman