Black Man

 

Black Man

 

Black man

Where your braids

And your fades

So when you lay your head at my feet

And I stroke your hair, but not know the count

You will know that I am queen

Black man

Where your dreads

And your curls

So that when you go out to the ways of the world

You know that I am here to comfort you

Black man

Where your bald head

And your afros

Because when you bring the meat to the storehouse

You are building us an abundant supply

Black man

Where your shoulders square and know that God himself

Has made me for you

Black man

Where your hair the way you want it to be

So that when you come home

You are coming home to a woman like me.

Black man

Where your cornrows

Your buzz cuts

Your high top fades Everyday  

That is something that no one in this world can take away.

Black man

As I rub every strand of your coif, but not know the count

Know that I am about the quality of time and not the amount.

Black man

Where your hair with your shoulders square

know that there is no cross to hard to bare.

 

Annetta Walker

Aug. 24, 2009