I want to love you black man,
Descendant of the Africans
I want to love your brown-tan- chocolate skin
Thick lips, strong hands,
nappy-curly-straight-bald hair and warrior type body
I want to be your helpmate
To help make you ambitions so great
I want to listen to you speak
And don’t come down on you when you seem weak
I want to understand your pain
Not put our relationship in a strain
You have something to say
I want to hear it
The world is on your shoulders
Tell me brother how can you bear it
See you are entitled all that you can conquer
It’s in your genes
Why do I have so much love to give my brothers, who am I
For I am your lover, sister, mother, I am your queen