She rises before the sun,
A quiet force, a steady hum.
Her skin, from light to mahogany deep,
Holds stories the world’s yet to keep.
Every woman, every shade,
From ivory to bronze, they’ve made
The world a place of strength and grace—
A quiet power, time can’t erase.
Black women—oh, they know,
The weight of history, the seeds they sow.
Their skin, like polished ebony bright,
Carries the strength of endless night.
For too long, they’ve stood unseen,
But now they rise, unbowed, serene.
Through every storm, they’ve claimed their place,
A force no one can erase.
Their hands have built, their hearts have fought,
In every tear, a lesson is taught.
For every scar, a garden grows—
A testament to what they know.
In every woman’s skin, there’s light,
A fire that burns, a strength in flight.
From softest beige to deep, dark gold,
They rise again, both fierce and bold.
Categories:
The Strength Within
Poem of the Month
March 14, 2025
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