You may have heard this before, but it's always nice to read a celebration of the black woman.

A room full of sisters, like jewels in a crown

Vanilla, cinnamon and dark chocolate brown

Now picture yourself in the midst of this glory

As I describe the sisters who are part of this story

They were wearing purples, royal blues and all shades of reds,

Some even had elegant hats on their heads

With sparkling eyes and shiny lips

They move through the room swaying their hips

Speaking with smiles on their African faces

Their joy and laughter filled all the spaces

They were fashionable and stylish in what they were wearing,

Kind sisters who were loving and caring

You see, it's not about how these sisters appeared,

Their beauty was in the values they revered

They were smart, articulate, and well-read

With all kinds of Black history stored in their heads

Jugglers of profession, managers of lives

Mother of children, lovers, and wives

Good-hearted women who reach out to others

Giving back to the community and supporting our brothers

All these sisters struggled the path

Suffered from prejudice, endured the wrath

But they brushed off their dresses and pushed on the door,

And they came back stronger than they were before

Now, imagine if you will

The essence and thrill

As you stand feeling proud

In the heart of this crowd

A sister of modern Sojourners today

Still out in front, blazing the way

A room full of sisters like jewels in a crown,

Vanilla, cinnamon, and dark chocolate brown