I Love a Black Woman’s Voice

Its full and thick

Heavy as an ole time comforter

In the deep country cold black night

It can cut like ice

Yet warm like a bath soothing

Weary overworked muscles and joints

When she laughs it’s the deep

Bottomless sea vast

Reaching out into the cosmos

Spherical from traveling

With the wind over mountains and plains

Her tears create rainstorms

Washing away delusions

Revealing the truth of sacredness

Her wails are thunder shaking the very

Foundations of being

Reaching back through all the

Generations of pain she carries

In her soul

When thrilled her song is

Volcanic eruptions or

Quiet sacred silence

Existence being formed

Her learnings, joys, sorrows

Hopes and dreams

Are a symphony that

Resounds in unheard frequencies

Frequencies that only the Original

Can fully comprehend

Recognizing the Reason

For Her Existence