Black Woman Poem by Robert Dummett

Black woman, where is your beauty of face
I strive so hard to see? Where is the freedom
Your man still fights for in Africa?
Your beauty remains imprisoned,
And your features live on a face
I was at sunrise taught to despise.
Since labour day delivery was a shandy
Whipped to a Colonial taste -
And offspring of this concoction
Are cradled in black rejection.
Then how can I help loving the sunrise?
Black woman, will I ever feel free
To see you as I should: a Sheba for a Solomon?
And will others in following years
Behold you still through eyes of the West?