I love being a Black woman.
Mother’s of the Earth we are.
Our tight, kinky curls shine brightly in the sunlight.
While sweat lightly kisses our blue-black skin.
We turn our palms heavenward and thank God for the air in our lungs, the smile on our faces, and the sway of our hips.
We birthed a nation of kings and queens between our thighs.
Pushed out Presidents, champions, athletes.
Doctors, lawyers, and activists suckled at our breasts.
We were arrayed in shades as varied as the rainbow.
We sat between our mother’s legs while she braided our hair and told us how beautiful we are.
And we are.