Black Woman Poem by Gerald Opio

Black is special, isn't it?
Only hideous to those who don't appreciate nature,
That natural black skin, so enchanting
A black lady so well endowed, an enchantress she is in her long decent attire.
Engulfed with melanin all through, a skin so tender she has.
She moves majestically wearing black her pride, her voluptuous body adds a spark to it.
With her head held up high, who can contend with a beauty so composed in black as a glamor.
Her countenance supersedes all comprehension, unprecedented looks she exude.