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"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 compa*sion 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