Black beauty stares at me,
I am amazed to see
In her eyes: my liberty.
Her eyes are like mine, but softer,
Despite the scars she proudly bears,
All earned protecting me from fears and snares.
Born in the motherland centuries ago;
She has survived the slave master's blow.
Overcoming Ignorance and hate;
She has sidestepped bigotry's destructive fate,
Black beauty has borne fruit.
Her smile sheds light onto the darkened path,
And she communes with the Creator on my behalf.
And on really bad days, we share a laugh.
She is strongest when I am weak.
She provides the words when I can't seem to speak.
Black beauty: the best part of me.
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