Can't a woman be black and still be pretty? Should it, could it ever happen? Can't a woman be black and still have pride? Now that's, that's reality. When you see the black woman being a doctor, teacher, physicist, or anything else. How do you think she got there? By being pretty all her life? Seeing the black woman come from the tobacco and cotton field to the classroom and the big office with all those nice, shining windows. Whoo, watch out there, didn't mean to accidently tell you all about the black woman. Who she is who she was, what she does what she did. Should I or shouldn't I tell you the powers of the black woman? It should and it would shed some tears. With every struggle, cry and plea for help What it means to be ablack woman A pretty black woman with all the pride it needs to be that way.
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This poem is also inspired by and dedicated to Kwame
RIP
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