Poem: The Black Girl

The Black girl,
Full of love;
The Black Girl,
Full of love;
Mother bled slightly for three months,
The cravings were persistent,
Headaches here and there;
Oh what a pregnancy?
Swollen and tenderness of her breast,
Sleepless nights befallen her;
Oh what a pregnancy?
Months upon months,
Counting the days;
Oh what a pregnancy?
Then the time was due,
Here comes the black girl;
Here comes the princess,
Here comes the resemblance of her father,
Oh what a bundle of joy,
The black Girl,
Full of love;
The black Girl,
Full of love.