You’re black and you’re beautiful

Your satin skin looks soft
Like your almond eyes
When you smile.
Your face has no age,
Time on you
Has no more hold
Than  a rainy day
On a waxed canvas.
Your head
Evokes the time of the pharaohs
And great African empires
That western history
Pretend to forget.
You have nothing to envy
To the Caucasian beauties
Your natural hair
Are like a crown.
Everything about you evokes nobility.
As written in the book,
The song of Solomon,
You’re black and you’re beautiful.

Williams Farrow

You’re black and you’re beautiful

Your satin skin looks soft
Like your almond eyes
When you smile.
Your face has no age,
Time on you
Has no more hold
Than  a rainy day
On a waxed canvas.
Your head
Evokes the time of the pharaohs
And great African empires
That western history
Pretend to forget.
You have nothing to envy
To the Caucasian beauties
Your natural hair
Are like a crown.
Everything about you evokes nobility.
As written in the book,
The song of Solomon,
You’re black and you’re beautiful.

Williams Farrow