Am I incapable to give or receive
Deborah Jones
Love do I dare ask for respect
that Is long past due me
simply because God made me a black woman
Should I wear my heart on my sleeve
For all to see like a neon marquis
An advertised decree
That I to can love
I am an embryo of black Womanhood
With nappy hair and skin tones
the Colors of the rainbow the earth and The sun
when I am grown and mother
a Child
and I feel my baby
deep inside My womb
I will accept as a
semblance Of grace
that I to can love
If I dont run a marathon and
cross The finish line like Wilma Rudolph
Jackie Joyner Kerse and Flo-Jo did
I still can love
When I get the blues but I don't sing
Like Billie Sarah and Ella did
I still can love
If I idolize justice and equality
But I don't march like Rosa and Coretta Scott King did
I still can love
If my words don't flow
like the Poetic prose recited
by Sonya Maya or Georgia Douglas
I still can love
I still can love