Black Woman strolled through the palace
Graceful looks void of malice
Demeanor with purpose and truth
Enough femininity to set the rules

Her place is at the head of the line
So all that unraveled can be whole again
The progeny of children she’s produced
Notarizes the fact that she is the truth!

Her timeless beauty will keep her first
Her confirmation is by “mother earth”
Her face still smooth at 56
Can perform magic without the tricks!

I feel so good I want to tell
There’s always water in her well
My crutches I will never need
Cause with her presence we all succeed!

Make an argument she’ll take a stand
Make concessions she’ll lend a hand
With romance invested and love to gain
Why in the hell is she without a man?