The Love Of A Black Woman

       Before I write this poem, I want to say that I know and appreciate that a lot of my viewers are from many different countries and ethnicities. We all have our own experiences and stories. I chose to write from the place of being a young black woman and watching the struggle of the women who came before me.

The Love Of A Black Woman

The love of a black woman will have you crawling like a beggar asking for more

It'll wipe your tears and seal you with hope before you step into battle

It'll take you to the galaxy and keep you rooted in the ground just the same

Too many have trampled the hearts of these champions

You ask how?

Because the black woman has been taught to love everyone but herself

Caring for and raising children that weren't even hers

Then finding freedom and raising children wise enough to lead the culture 

Lending a hand in the war and comforting the refugee

Cleaning the blood off the streets and comforting the mother who's son has just been shot

Stitching the wound, mending it up

Praying that her own son made it home safely

It's strange how one can go so unacknowledged

Most educated yet seen as least attractive

Depending on where you get your worth from you can easily catch the short hand

The one no one compliments but everyone copies

Tell me how we let this crime happen?

How do you keep this woman from loving herself?

We take away the man who's supposed to show her 

We steal his freedom or sell him the American Dream