Dwight Williamson: Like A Black Woman
Like A Black Woman
©1999 Dwight Williamson
I want every Black Woman Not because I’m conceited enough to think I’m the greatest lover but because I know every Black Woman is
No woman can make love like A Black Woman No mind and/or body responds In the throes of passion Like A Black Woman’s
No woman can make A man cry, scream, shake, rock, wrestle sweat, pray, even pay, beg, plead (Please baby, baby please) feel the need toss that seed (Whew!) Like A Black Woman
TALK SENSE
©1999 Dwight Williamson
WHAT SENSE DOES IT MAKE TO GET ANGRY AND THEN CLOSE YOUR EYES TO WHAT MADE YOU ANGRY? WHAT SENSE DOES IT MAKE TO DEMAND JUSTICE AND NOT BE WILLING TO FIGHT FOR IT? WHAT SENSE DOES IT MAKE TO DE-EDUCATE YOURSELF WITH HARD DRUGS HARD LIQUOR AND HARD BULL AND AT THE SAME TIME SPEAK OF A DESPERATE NEED FOR A REVOLUTION? WHAT SENSE DOES IT MAKE TO SCREAM OF BLACK PRIDE WHEN ALL YOU’RE REALLY PROUD OF IS YOUR LAST HUSTLE AND THE GREEN OF THE MONEY IT GOT YOU?
DON’T SPEAK TO ME OF BLACK PAIN IF YOU'VE NEVER FELT IT. DON’T SPEAK TO ME OF BLACK HISTORY IF YOU'VE NEVER LIVED IT. DON’T SPEAK TO ME OF BLACK PRIDE IF YOU'VE NEVER HAD IT.
MOST OF ALL DON’T SPEAK TO ME UNTIL YOU CAN GET MAD AND STAY MAD, UNTIL YOU CAN DEMAND JUSTICE AND GO GET IT, UNTIL YOU CAN RE-EDUCATE YOURSELF AND START A REVOLUTION, UNTIL YOU CAN TALK WITH GOOD SENSE, DON’T TALK TO ME!
My Mother’s Eyes
©1999 Dwight Williamson
When I look into my mother’s eyes I see dreams fulfilled And dreams let go I see pride in her being And in all the things she knows
I see hope that there will be time To do all the things she must I see prayers spoken for her children And I see her faith in all of us
I see struggles started On our behalf And hurt in those eyes Even when they laugh
I see hard lessons learned And all the pain they wrought I see a life of sacrifices and the things for me they bought
I see my obligation To make her life worthwhile To do things in her honor Because I am her child