
| An Ode To Black |

| An African man Should have an African nose Wide and low and strong and bright And it should shine The way anything smooth and Black and strong Should shine An African man should have African hair Black, so Black It shines with coconut oil luster And the waves and naps and thickness Are better than that of the jungle tops It's Black and it's thick and it's marvelous An African man should have African marks on his face Of protection And of strength And of pride Perfectly symmetric On both cheeks That they may call attention to his African nose Or on both sides of his mouth That they may call attention to his African mouth For An African man should have an African mouth With those curved stencil lines That with such ease Draw his thick lips on his face Just in time For his easy smile to reveal his perfect African ivory teeth Big, and wide and white like the tusks of his elephants And his chest Oooh, for an African man should have an African chest That gleams with cocoa oil And is taut and strong and so proud, That it always arrives before he does And he beats it in order to announce himself Oh, and his arms For An African man should have African arms Arms that look as though God himself tightened them Arms that come out from shoulders As though they were afterward attached Because He had to spend more time rolling the clefts Between his thumb and forefinger Than he'd spent smoothening such perfect skin. And all of this too beautiful to cover, To hide from any untrained eye So he parries only in his loincloth And those legs that run beneath his decorated brown linen Oh, I could just die Just to touch them would be a dream Those hunter legs that join at the knee His muscular, rounded-off thighs with his Lean, strong and fast dinner-catching legs For me Who awaits him By the fire Our fruit on my back His dinner in my Breasts Which await Him For dessert |