Fresh from my mother’s womb;
new to the world was I
A startle of air filled my lungs;
then I began to cry
The doctor cleaned out my mouth;
to let in that first breath of air
My eyes squinted then closed;
shut tight from the bright lights glare
He handed me to a young woman;
drained by the ordeal of multiple birth
I could tell from that very moment;
she loved me for all she was worth
She held me against her breasts;
then gently propped up my head
From that day forward;
from this woman my soul would be fed....
….Lovers, friends, soulmates, blind dates, pieces, priestess, goddess
I’ll try not to tell tales out of school;
I’ll try not to be immodest
I’ll just say that I have loved many Black women;
of all shapes, sizes and hues
I will always honor, cherish and respect them;
I will let no man abuse
…..but they can be a handful sometimes;
believe me God only knows
Especially when they’re lookin’ real good;
got that hair “did” and put on them clothes
Sometimes they can talk to you real bad;
sometimes they can make you feel real low
Sometimes they can make you real angry;
sometimes you jus’ gotta get up and head for the do’
……but sometimes if you stay ‘til the fight is over;
later on they’ll rub your back and make you smile
Then you lay back and think to yourself;
I guess I better keep on lovin’ these Black women for a while
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
OH MY GOSH you had me captivated from the begining that was great, made me think power.