Special Supplement to the Milwaukee Community Journal

Black History

Black Queen

Black Queen

Women of color you’re the mother of all seeds.

Nubian Queen you’re the shining star covering the earth with strength and royalty. The sparkle from your eye is like diamonds and jewels from a Pirates treasure box.

Your beauty is like sweet honey the essence that feeds the earth. You’re the waterfalls that bring food and water to the birds, bees, animals and all Gods creation and civilization.

Black Queen

Mother of all seeds, Mother of all women your a solid foundation to the feminist. Black Queen your injections of fiber and beauty hypnotize the male gender. Your melody is the perfection to all women identity profiles around the nation and continent. The soul of a Nubian Queen yearns beauty since birth. Earth wind and fire is the infrastructure you balance within your identity. You embrace struggles no other woman has encounter or juggled. The cotton fields of slavery were a nightmare. Even though hope seems obsolete you still rise conquering victory like, Marsha Ann Rose Parks and Ann Wood.

Because of your strength, endurance, resistance and definition other cultures admire you. In addition, they envy you because of your jewels. The blackberry’s and juices in essence your blessings of beauty.

Black Queen

My wish and mission for the Black Goddess is to erase all the pain and misery deep within your soul. By all means, uplift all women of color. For the simple fact over the years society has been so cruel treating you liked sexual objects in music videos. I apologize for the world’s behavior Hollywood feels sex sells by disrespecting the Black Queen and encouraging "Big Pimpin’" calling you Ho’s and B’s painting negative images. Implemented to destroy self-esteem and the dream birth by King Black Queen rise and shine spread your wings like a butterfly success and a few good men of color awaits next to heaven’s hills. Keep your head up and hope alive. It’s a pleasure to know strong women of color pressing on in the struggle. Single mothers raising boys and girls with the strength of Lord.

Black Queen

I stand here one from among them. I apologize for the ignorance that has disabled many within society. I hold the government responsible and every fake Black man that got you pregnant and did not want to love you or assist you in raising your children.

The world is blind from the truth but the light in your eyes will expose the lies in the dark. Blackness is the beauty you wear so well.

The spark of joy is a light within the soul of the Black Queen which makes you a precious piece of art and beauty.

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Poem by Quincy Smith aka Big Smooth aka Big Sexy