She is, first and foremost, black woman Cinnamon toasted almond skin Tight coiled tangled locks Rolling hills and valleys galore She is water Here to soothe parched lips and tongues Rain soaking and nourishing the earth A vast ocean with mysteries in her depths She is summertime Luxuriate in her sun Baptize yourself in her warmth But beware of the impending storms She is the universe She is nothing She is everything She is me.