Like A Black Woman

I want every Black Woman 
Not because I’m conceited enough 
to think I’m the greatest lover 
but because I know every Black Woman is 
 
No woman can make love 
like A Black Woman 
No mind and/or body 
responds 
In the throes of passion 
Like A Black Woman’s 
 
No woman 
can make A man 
cry, scream, shake, rock, wrestle 
sweat, pray, even pay, beg, plead 
(Please baby, baby please) 
feel the need 
toss that seed 
(Whew!) 
Like A Black Woman

TALK SENSE

WHAT SENSE DOES IT MAKE 
TO GET ANGRY AND THEN CLOSE YOUR EYES 
TO WHAT MADE YOU ANGRY? 
WHAT SENSE DOES IT MAKE 
TO DEMAND JUSTICE AND NOT BE WILLING TO 
FIGHT FOR IT? 
WHAT SENSE DOES IT MAKE  
TO DE-EDUCATE YOURSELF 
WITH HARD DRUGS 
HARD LIQUOR 
AND HARD BULL 
AND AT THE SAME TIME 
SPEAK OF A DESPERATE NEED FOR A REVOLUTION? 
WHAT SENSE DOES IT MAKE TO  
SCREAM OF BLACK PRIDE 
WHEN ALL YOU’RE REALLY PROUD OF IS
YOUR LAST HUSTLE AND THE GREEN OF THE 
MONEY IT 
GOT YOU? 
 
DON’T SPEAK TO ME  
OF BLACK PAIN IF YOU'VE NEVER FELT IT. 
DON’T SPEAK TO ME  
OF BLACK HISTORY IF YOU'VE NEVER LIVED IT. 
DON’T SPEAK TO ME  
OF BLACK PRIDE IF YOU'VE NEVER HAD IT. 
 
MOST OF ALL  
DON’T SPEAK TO ME 
UNTIL YOU CAN GET MAD AND STAY MAD, 
UNTIL YOU CAN DEMAND JUSTICE AND GO GET IT, 
UNTIL YOU CAN RE-EDUCATE YOURSELF 
AND START A REVOLUTION, 
UNTIL YOU CAN TALK WITH GOOD SENSE, 
DON’T TALK TO ME!

My Mother’s Eyes

When I look into my mother’s eyes 
I see dreams fulfilled 
And dreams let go 
I see pride in her being 
And in all the things she knows 
 
I see hope that there will be time 
To do all the things she must 
I see prayers spoken for her children 
And I see her faith in all of us 
 
I see struggles started 
On our behalf 
And hurt in those eyes 
Even when they laugh 
 
I see hard lessons learned 
And all the pain they wrought 
I see a life of sacrifices 
 and the things for me they bought 
 
I see my obligation 
To make her life worthwhile 
To do things in her honor 
Because I am her child

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