Black Woman

There is no one

As beautiful I see.

A sister; Black, Brown, full of history.

The mother of earth, the beauty of deep,

Dark, rich, black, full of God’s peace.

You were here before all others,

You remain, queen,

The standard of beauty is seen in you who

From all men spring.

Your black, rich skin has suckled nations and kings,

The more you live, the more you grow in timeless beauty.

Black woman, mother of race, you will always be

The standard of beauty and God’s first thought.

There is in you His blueprint in flesh, dark as the instant

Before the dawn

Of time, His queen.

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