"The Blacker The Berry" To each his or her own in matters of the heart But, as for me, I could never look past the White oppressor's part In previous mental, emotional, physical, and economic hamperings To denounce, demean, demote, and depress my Black man Vying and lobbying to keep him in a daily, living Hell Or to restrict his fate to either death or jail. So, as for me, I love the, seemingly, fathomless pools of his eyes That change w/disappointment and anger and pain And with surprise and mirth and desire To lessen, soothe, and solace the former, I aspire And, the latter, I am thrilled to achieve and inspire! To the safety of his comforting arms Engulfing me, protecting me from all harms and alarms Ensuring me that MY rightful place is within or upon his capable limb Either by embracing me and nestling me in its nook Or by tenderly showcasing me, his Queen, on its crook. To the span of his sinewy, broad back Strong from carrying the weight of a heavy-laden pack Full of all the troubles only his world can mete But still, he bears the brunt of the burden With each day, a major feat. To the fullness of his lips Which I love to kiss, and suckle, and taste of their sweetness Just like a plump, juicy plum or peach And, when he savors mine, he can convince and beseech Me to do what he bids Sending tingles down my spine and causing a flutter Between my legs, in my heart, and unto my very eyelids! Now, in spite of "the cut of the deck" Or woeful cries of "The Man's" foot upon his neck I am an ardent supporter of ownership and personal responsibility And yet do I believe that past or PRESENT hindrances Do not irrevocably deny my counterpart's success Nor decrease his individual ability But after 400 years of servitude, emasculation, and stripes upon his back As for me, I take my coffee with cream, but I like my man BLACK!