Why I Love Black Women Poem by Vince Rogers

Fresh from my mother’s womb;

new to the world was I

A startle of air filled my lungs;

then I began to cry

The doctor cleaned out my mouth;

to let in that first breath of air

My eyes squinted then closed;

shut tight from the bright lights glare

He handed me to a young woman;

drained by the ordeal of multiple birth

I could tell from that very moment;

she loved me for all she was worth

She held me against her breasts;

then gently propped up my head

From that day forward;

from this woman my soul would be fed....


….Lovers, friends, soulmates, blind dates, pieces, priestess, goddess

I’ll try not to tell tales out of school;

I’ll try not to be immodest

I’ll just say that I have loved many Black women;

of all shapes, sizes and hues

I will always honor, cherish and respect them;

I will let no man abuse

…..but they can be a handful sometimes;

believe me God only knows

Especially when they’re lookin’ real good;

got that hair “did” and put on them clothes

Sometimes they can talk to you real bad;

sometimes they can make you feel real low

Sometimes they can make you real angry;

sometimes you jus’ gotta get up and head for the do’

……but sometimes if you stay ‘til the fight is over;

later on they’ll rub your back and make you smile

Then you lay back and think to yourself;

I guess I better keep on lovin’ these Black women for a while