Treasure Island

Martin A. Ramos


Black Woman


black woman
woman black
sing to me
sing to me
like Roberta Flack
tell me your longing
say you'll be there
tell it like honey
your cool moist breath

black woman
black as the cat
who strives in the night
sleek as the bird
daring in flight

black as the land
in which you were born
and bleak the day
from that earth
you were torn

black angel
black eyes aware
ebony skin
natural hair
black woman
woman black
love me forever
love me now
don't hold back

Submitted: Tuesday, January 17, 2006

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  • Elya Thorn (1/24/2006 2:44:00 PM)

    Yes, yes, this is great!
    Very beautiful and the way you wrote it- great!

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  • Cat Lam (1/19/2006 12:05:00 PM)

    Wow, Martin, Bravo! ! ! Great poem, the visual was on point. Your homage to the black woman was a sweet touch. Thanks for this one. (Report) Reply

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