PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

I’m not your hood rat with my hair slicked back and my game off track;

I’m not your play thing that you use to fulfill your sexual needs;

I’m not your hooker on the corner or your hoochie down the street;

I’m not the “trick” you come home to or the “slut” you love to beat;

I’m not your ghetto girl, your hot girl, or your thug girl sippin’ kris;

But I am your strong black woman…can you handle this?

I am your caramel cluster and your chocolate delight;

I am the only one you come home to and sleep with at night;

I am your thick brown skinned woman with nicely curved hips and sweet luscious lips;

My jet black hair makes men sit and stare;

When I walk by people almost break their necks just to get a glimpse of my beauty and gracefulness;

I know that you think I am the greatest, strongest, and most independent woman you’ve ever seen;
Guess what brotha’ you are right because I am the one and only African Queen.