You Are My Black Woman
By David L. Weeks

You are My strength, My Black Woman.
Without You, weakness destroys My Spirit.
Your natural divinity brings out the
Fullness of My being. Separated We are
Incomplete, united We are Gods and Goddesses.
I am Your Man, You are My Black Woman.

You are My Mother, My Black Woman.
Your presence is imperative for My existence
To be. Co-creator You are, and the wisest of
All teachers; I can only dream to be like You.
You were ordained by GOD to care for and
Nourish me, that I may fulfill My destiny.
I am Your Son, You are My Black Woman.

You are My Sister, My Black Woman.
The most beautiful woman to Me.
The strongest of all beings, I bow in honor
To You. The sands of time have come and gone,
Yet You have stood that I may not fall.
Yet, with all your strength and beauty, I must
Still stand and protect Your femininity.
I am Your Brother, You are My Black Woman.

You are My Black Woman,
The One that understands Me.
I lift You up on a mountain high,
For all the world to see who strengthens Me.

© 1999 David L. Weeks