By M.K. Khalfan Ben-Horus
When I see her walk in the beauty and grace of the queens of ancient Alkebulan,
And I behold her eyes....
Those bright, dancing eyes,
Suggesting sensual secrets,
Hiding holy mysteries.
When I hear her melodious voice,
Singin....no, sangin'
those soulful songs
about love and dreams,
Pain and perseverance.
When I consider all that she is,
All that she has been,
And all that she is to be,
If being is to be,
Then I am convinced that at the dawn of time when the Sun first rose,
It rose....for the black woman.
M.K. Khalfan Ben-Horus is an Ohio State Alumnus.