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DEAR BLACK WOMAN

A chant in-distant,

The woes of a woman engraved in soil

Skin bathed in lashes of the suns assault, scotched, bruised, bold, a discovery, untainted.

So rich, engraved in your deep browns are the songs of her eloquent strides as she demands attention. To which she deserves, unquestionably

Dear black woman,

I see your struggles

I hear your battle cries

The sound of la lioness defending her pride

The sound of victors no victims here!

With her head held high she walked with the stride of a stallion

A rare beast much as she is.

Dear black woman,

You’re worth every breath you take

If I could I would give you a rose for every breath you took

If I could I’d lay this planet by your feet

If asked,

I would fight through storms,

Just to fall in bliss as I listen to you speak your mind!!!

Because really “ain’t nobody gon’ tell you non”

The definition of raw perfection

A canvas so broad a spectrum

They could paint a future in it

Your honey suckled eyes they could get lost in

pray and hope not to be found for home is what they will found in you.

Can you hear them,

They talk of your journey

Because you’ve been through hell and back

They beat you down but you came victor

Your battles wounds,

Fine lines of literature told to the next!!!

The sands of time,

Familiar with your taste

For the mark you’ve left…

So great a difference

All others leave a dry taste in its mouth

Dear Black Woman

Beautiful and budding just like a rose

So delicate in kind but your bite

even thorns lay no claim to your work of art

Dear Black Woman,

You are enough

You are courage

The true definition of strength

An overcomer

You rose even when they wished you wilt and die

You rose because each season pays tribute to the melanin that sets you apart

The sun so generous

It lashes your skin with its assaults

So who are they to taunt you and say otherwise?

Whether celebrated, imitated, exploited, or denigrated

Whether natural from inside or skillfully applied

Dear black woman

Forever youthful a phoenix that rises from the ash

You shall be victorious

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A poet wise enough to perceive, the world can never be changed but dense enough to still seek the unattainable.... Kudzai Chidamba.

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