For The Women Of My Generation.

The Black Platter

If you put a black woman on a silver platter
I wonder what parts of her would matter?
Where would u start?
Would u first go for the thighs, her butt, her breasts, the pretty pink matter, or her melanin flesh?
Perhaps you'd go for her hair how it puffed like a lions mane, how her pearly white teeth complemented her chocolate frame.
Would you entertain the fake smiles of her enjoying physical compliments or would you start at the parts of her that no one ever compliments?
Like her dreams and aspirations
Her intellect in conversations
Her strength in painful situations
Or her & Gods relations?
Would you put on a silver platter
How much her mind & soul mattered
Like a stripper on a pole
& throw 100 dollar bills?
How physically and mentally she stimulates everyone of your nerves with not just her curves but the sweet milk & honey of her words?
How her ass is complemented with sass
that her skins smooth as her favorite genre of jazz?
How she's thick but struts in those heels like a runway & sings in her shower like she belongs on Broadway?
And we can't forget how she cooks just as good as she can make love which is the sweetest cus the blacker the berry the sweeter the juice ,
& even when she's Lightskin she still is the truth.
So I ask what of a black woman would you put on a silver platter?
Mind, body, & soul, what's parts to you would matter?
- Von