No flower pink, yellow or red can compare with your beauty.
that delights the eye, kissed by the mind.
Seeing your sun-scorched hair as it stands there upon your head,
a crown you wear causing all the world to stop and stare.
Oh Black Woman, come and let me taste the sweetness of your lips.
hold your tender hands, that thw world will understand, out of your
womb, comes man from every land.
Oh Black Woman, to God I fall on my knees giving thanks in every breath I breathe.
Thanking him, not for silver or gold, house or land.
But because you are mine!
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