Author: Jayla Williams
She moves like bee-bops and b-flats on air waves
And wraps herself so tight in night that they can’t help but to see the heavens in her
She be a storm that nature crowned in hurricanes and tornadoes
Arms strong enough to hold sons and daughters that she may never keep
She carries the earth that was toiled by great grandmothers in eyes that wonder
Eyes that hold more starry nights than the universe that made her
Sun-kissed skinned proving that when God made her, generations before, he was making art
Something more than Master could piece together
So great a masterpiece that he couldn’t tear it apart