I all I know is that black women are God’s greatest creation.
That I’ve been in rooms where two or more are gathered found God in the midst of cast iron pots of Gumbo who’s roux awakened the seasoned poetry of June Jordan.
And all I know is that black women are God’s greatest creation
And it isn’t until you behold our skin that you understand just why the sun withholds its heat from burning us red or the oceans love for it’s reflection when it mirrors the darkness of the night’s sky.
All I know is that its in the sound of black women’s voices that pleasure finds its sweetest billows, that love never heard such a song as Sweet Love on a bleached smelling Saturday morning.
All I know is that when God first heard her cry he created midnight thunderstorms and washed away mad men and her laugh is what children hear when they enter the world.
All I know is that you truly never understand who God is until you behold a black woman and if that’s all I know, I’ve known it all.