Call Her

We have 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 to her as a human being and stifle the real beauty she has bursting inside

Call her sage…rosemary……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 for 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 even know how you’ll describe this amazing creature…

but the world will know by what you choose to call her