Blak woman have you ever just looked in the mirror and beheld yourself? Inviting curves ...beautiful soul ports... lips of fire ...hair roots planted in Africa nappy sienna essence Blak woman have you ever just sat silently and listened to yourself breathe? conversations of your adoration ...a civilizations thank yous for residence in your womb to birth falling rains that erodes pain from the earth so the sun can shine a brothers morning mantra "i love me a blak woman" every time a word is spoken it is because of you Blak woman have you ever just felt yourself move? understood why brothers dig your groove? an angelic pendulum... setting the tempo for lovemaking a sashaying set of hips where in between pyramids became arms and legs just "being their bad selves" moving getting you where and want to be... Blak woman have your ever noticed that your inherent rhythm permeates everything sets motion to the phases of the moon the changing of days /time/ the birth of galaxies and shooting stars a universe on a dance floor creating itself to the beat of you Blak woman do you ever just sit and watch your presence "do it's thang" take the tongue from brothers dating some other snatching out their backbones forcing eyes to the ground just by walking by your presence makes everything else seem secondary it's that God given beauty that has made you every "other" women's envy. (c)2002 blakverb ***ya'll know every "other" woman wants to be like you. Lip injections, tans, butt jobs (JLo's *** ain't new, they just didn't want to give credit to sisters for a lovely backside), etc. Sisters you set the precedent for beauty...remember that, even in your darkest day.