What Makes A Black Woman

Her makeup And her makeupless physique Her kinks and coils Her curves so unique Her twists and Bantus so relentlessly Warming Her bosom warms the village Her heart beats for the ones she loves She walks away from the scoffs Piercing those heels into the ground Gaining strength to lead the weak Keeping her head held high And her outer man chic She travels on the path to success Leaving everything that's passed In the past to rest Shes mistreated Degraded And Lessened But God saved her to be a blessing Long after her reign After her hate And after her fight She won down deep for her people My God Harriet Tubman My God she's a black woman