Like A Black Woman
©1999 Dwight Williamson
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
©1999 Dwight Williamson
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
©1999 Dwight Williamson
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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