When you speak of a Blackwoman
You speak of her beauty!
Speak of her eyes
Like the river Niger
Running so deep
Speak of the soft touch in her hands
That she's been able to keep
Speak of her bosom
Which cradles and comforts
A child so scared
Speak of her undying love
That soothes her man with care
When you speak of a Blackwoman
You speak of her beauty!
Blackwoman
Mother of a scattered nation
Backbone of man once stripped of manhood
When you speak of a Blackwoman
You speak of her beauty!