Black is the Color of My True Love

by Shakespear1

To all my dark skinned sisters 

For all my sisters blacker than blue
No one can hold a candle to you

Cleopatra's smile adorns your face
Nothing in Creation can take your place

The African sun curled your hair
Made you strong for black babies to bear

You are the Mother of Civilization
The most beautiful of all God's Creation

On the two hills of your bountiful breast
Kings of Nations laid their heads to rest

In the wilds of Africa, you tended the corn with care
while your men hunted the lion and the bear

You nursed their wounds and healed their fears
Raised their babies, tenderly wiping behind their ears

You crossed the seas on death head ships
You stood beside your men, with your hand on your hips

You came on shore in shackles and chains
but you remained strong in spite of your pains

You worked in the fields alongside your man
You suffered with him, but you stuck to your plan

The plan to do whatever needed to be done to survive
Survive and keep the rest of us safe and alive

Black Woman, Blacker than blue, you of that Magnificent hue, 
I bow before you and I give you your due.

Black is the Color of My True Love by Shakespear1

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