I love you for your browns
And the rounded darkness of your breast.
I love you for the breaking sadness in your voice
And sadness where your wayward eye-lids rest.
Something of old forgotten queens
Lurks in the lithe abandon of your walk
And something of the shackled slave
Sobs in the rhythm of your talk.
Oh little brown girl, born for sorrow’s mate,
Keep all you have of queenliness ,
Forgetting that you were once were a slave, and let your full lips laugh at fate!
Photos taken by amazing boyfriend
Poem by the brilliant Gwendolyn B. Bennett
From Negro Poets and their poems, ed. Robert T. Kerlin 1923
To all my beautiful
black women, do not dismayed by the insanity of the world.
You are more beautiful than you know, more powerful than you can imagine.
Your very existence is a gift to the world.
Shine baby girl, shine!