A peep into the eyes of every beautiful black woman
Is like opening different doors to a misty landscape
Where you can see very little but able to smell the earth
And feel the wind blows,
For every single woman is a different door to her own island
For the beautiful black teen can be a temple of beauty of fire and madness
For the beautiful black woman can be the castle of fierceness and dominance
And for the beautiful black Mother is an island of knowledge, bravity, compassion and fairness
And in the dirtiest time of the earth, they are the amazing souls that grow as the buds of love.

But a look into the eyes of the a single black mother
Is like opening a door into total emptiness
A realm of emotions that run faster than the speed of light
Deep down her soul there's depth of immense despair
That drown her quicker than her miseries
She's lost and all alone
Falling and rising...