Dear Black Woman,

The World will say you are the problem… a problem.

Black Woman you are Storm.

Becoming more deliciously dangerous day after day after day.

Speak with bass-the sound of  heaven is roaring,

the Gods of thunder are crying.

Brew up conversations that muddy the waters.

The bright noon-day revolution is inside of you.

(Be Brave)

Be the earthquake that shakes things up.

Remember there is nothing wrong with you.

Never allow your words to be changed or rearranged.

Your sharp articulations strike lightning to those who are threatened by you.

Black Woman you are Storm.

Rain over us with your voice.

Like Maya, be the sweet refrain for your pain.

Like Nina, allow the song that bellows from the earth of your belly

to become the melody of your joy.

Black Woman you are Storm.

Burying fear in unmarked graves never to be found.

Becoming more deliciously dangerous day after day after day.

Starting forest fires the minute you awake.

Baring your chocolate dreams to the stars of the Universe.

If no one wants to hear, still speak.

If no one asks you for your opinion, speak then much louder.

Choosing when to clear up the damages left behind on this earth in your own time.

Black Woman you are Storm.

Speak in your Grandmother’s voice-

for she was a Black Woman too, a Storm that blew in creating the revolution,

That is you.