Woman, Black Woman.
How she dances
Bare foot, bare pride
Thick black legs
Wider black thighs
They curve and pose
Like the fiercest Tiger.

She is a wave of movement
Gracefully carrying all her
Troubles.
Effortlessly beautiful.
Her eyes rich in colour;
She is rich in soul.
Her crooked smile,
Content with her music,
Has seen many winters
But it is still flawless.
She is elegant, she is powerful.

Her body caresses the
Air around her.
Surrounded by the speckled sky.
Her rhythm is natural,
A dancer beneath
The Blue Light.

Heartbeat to Heartbeat
Music to Soul.
A mysterious phenomenon,
Born of sunset and
Of moonrise.
It is as if her Black Skin,
Along with mother nature,
Are the only raw beauties left
In this man-made world.