She…. She who is he, them, their children, their Mother, their sister, their lover, their friend, their counselor, their grandmother….
She is … My Black sister, I love and respect you. I cherish you and all your worth. This retched Earth and it’s occupants know not your excellence and all it’s glory. But I do…. I do know you in knowing me…
I come face to face with you. Eye to eye, to show you how I care. My mind is an open vessel for your wandering and learning.
Your darkness sparks a light so bright, only a few can see… Your glistening complexion is like gold.
Art, Black Art She is ….