Black Woman Love

When I first encountered her embrace, I was only a suckling infant. Her love served as a force field, for it protected me from all dangers. Her strength was unmatched and seldom challenged. The vibrations of her voice comfort me, whenever I felt uneasy.
Her hand was like thunder, whenever I became mischievous.
Her wisdom was oak tress, while her knowledge was Africa. Her resilience was Katrina,and Harvey, while her soul was a Sunday morning.
I’ve never experienced nothing like a Black Woman Love.
By: Eric Hollins
Art By: Almed Muhammad

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