My hips are my testimony
My scars tell true stories
My curves are dangerous for others 
But so safe for me
Ebony 
Caramel
Milky
Red clay
Canvas skin 
Stretching 
Over my queen-sized goddess frame
Or slender at my leisure
With Hershey kisses at the tips
Ivory
Behind my full lips
Polished and proud when I smile
I have been silicone copied, 
Yet something about me
Cannot be 
Labeled
Categorized
Or defined
I cannot stop
I cannot continue
Timeless
Priceless
Goddess.

The body of the black woman speaks…

*****
This is a poem from my 2008 book, 
"Crying Diamonds," available at lulu.com