CALL HER ...

We’ve called her every disrespectful name under the sun ... The obligatory cute, good looking, pretty Oh yes and begrudgingly we whisper under our breaths beautiful There is so much more to her being sexy ... so wipe that salacious Cheshire cat grin from your face she’s not ground turkey Furthermore we pay scant regard and stifle the real beauty she has bursting inside Call her sage ... rosemary ... rue ... cinnamon Because she heals us with her smile, encouraging words and thoughtful gestures Call her Mujer Negro ... Femme Noire ... Donna di Colore ... Nyeusi Manamke The nations tried but all agreed that one language could not suffice black woman Call her ethereal ... her essence extremely delicate and even rarer than manna she’s probably not even of this world Call her mahogany for the strength she exudes rivals that of the great Beowulf ... Call her ebony, luminous, effervescent, chocolate, caramel, coffee, honey brown sugar I don’t ever know how you’ll describe this amazing creature ... but the world will know by what you choose to call her.