In the click of my heels,
The brush of my eyelids,
The leather of my naturally tanned skin,
Is me, for I am a black woman.
In the wing of my arms,
The glow of my eyes,
The power of my tongue,
The words of my mouth,
Is me, for I am a black woman.
In the flourish of my hair,
The maps on my palm,
The curves if my body.
The magic in my name
Is me, for I am a black woman.
© Madinah_Writes
Dedicated to Nightingale520
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Fragrance From A Black Flower
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