Black Woman's Blues

Misused
Abused
Confused

Thrown around
And trampled down

Played first fiddle
second fiddle
third fiddle
fourth fiddle
Bass

Kicked out of the Band

(In Toronto they say there is a rift between the Black woman and her man)

Black Women True

Battered in the wind
Through drought and hurricane
Black woman true

In the dessert sun
Beaten by the sand
African seed on dryland
Black women true

Like the cactus
firm against the jagged rocks
She bears her fruits
And even flower sometimes
Black women true

Black women true
Black women true

(For Esemerelda, an everblooming cactus)