BLACK BEAUTYS SONG

I sing on top of mountaintops
 

I sing at births and weddings
 

I sing at jazz clubs 
 

in Hip-hop clubs
 

Reggae fests and
 

Auditoriums
 

plays and musicals
 

parks and supermarkets
 

bathrooms and bedrooms

I sing of into the night talks and 5 a.m. runs and walks,
 

Of holding hands while walking through the mall
 

Of tender back of the neck kisses and gentle ear caresses that mimic it all
 
I sing of black on black love that stood through thrashes and rapes
 

A love that stood through hound chases and over the broom disappointments
 

A love that floated to the top of the sea, above tarnished ancestral bones
 

A love that passes through prison cells and ghetto walls
 

A love that crawls over mountains and dances through high

grass                                                                                                     
 

I sing in your ears babies
 

On my knees baby
 

I sing of good mornings and restful nights
 

Red roses and bottled wine
 

Lingerie delicacies
 

Secret fantasies
 

Loud love and hushed moans
 
I sing of hope and resurrection
 

I sing of peace and friendship
 

I sing of warmth and comfort
 

I sing of kisses and tears
 
From blue-black to the lightest of the beige
 

From nappy to the nappiest
 

From the tallest to the shortest
 

From the thickest to the bony
 
I sing black-beauty’s song
 

Loud and soft
 

Hard and tuff