�her blackness is fine, the blackness of her skin the blackness of her mind��
her beauty cannot be measured with standards of a colonized mind
darker than blue darker than her blackness�
unblemished her features broad and striking�
she cradles his body with her large hands�
her fingers stretch endlessly into his world of pain�
her caresses warm and penetrating she loves the black boy�
his existence predestined to be one of no remorse compassion�
or the delusion of equality�
but the love he gives (a doxology for her)�
he praises and cares for what he can never be
there's such purity in a love that is essential to the loving of one's self