The Raven.

She is dark and strong,
Ungraceful and strange.
She is no dove pure in beauty.
She is different.
The big strong black bird.

She is unwelcome, a sign of tragedy.
A hunter never a pet.
Free yet flies alone.
She is Black bird alone in the skies.

Her song is different kind of melody.
Not sweet like a robin's.
Not powerful like an eagle's.
It is a loud shriek mistaken for annoyance.
The tragic black bird in the sky, creature of sorrow.
The beautiful black bird.

Tanya Mombeshora
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 10/10/2020

Poet's note: This poem was written for everyone to appreciate black women including myself . So often are we compared to others ideas of beauty how you are to dark or your hair is too kinky . How you are not as delicate as other races even I forget that being different is beauty.
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