To a Brown Boy
THAT brown girl’s swagger gives a twitchTo beauty like a queen;Lad, never dam your body’s itchWhen loveliness is seen.For there is ample room for blissIn pride in clean, brown limbs,And lips know better how to kissThan how to raise white hymns.And when your body’s death gives birthTo soil for spring to crown,Men will not ask if that rare earthWas white flesh once, or brown.
THAT brown girl’s swagger gives a twitchTo beauty like a queen;Lad, never dam your body’s itchWhen loveliness is seen.For there is ample room for blissIn pride in clean, brown limbs,And lips know better how to kissThan how to raise white hymns.And when your body’s death gives birthTo soil for spring to crown,Men will not ask if that rare earthWas white flesh once, or brown.
THAT brown girl’s swagger gives a twitchTo beauty like a queen;Lad, never dam your body’s itchWhen loveliness is seen.
THAT brown girl’s swagger gives a twitch
THAT brown girl’s swagger gives a twitch
To beauty like a queen;
Lad, never dam your body’s itch
When loveliness is seen.
For there is ample room for blissIn pride in clean, brown limbs,And lips know better how to kissThan how to raise white hymns.
For there is ample room for bliss
In pride in clean, brown limbs,
And lips know better how to kiss
Than how to raise white hymns.
And when your body’s death gives birthTo soil for spring to crown,Men will not ask if that rare earthWas white flesh once, or brown.
And when your body’s death gives birth
To soil for spring to crown,
Men will not ask if that rare earth
Was white flesh once, or brown.