That brown girl's swagger gives a
To beauty like a Queen,
Lad, never damn your body's
When loveliness is seen.
For there is ample room for
In pride in clean brown limbs,
And lips know better how to
Than how to raise white hymns.
And when your body's death gives
To soil for spring to crown,
Men will not ask if that rare
Was white flesh once, or brown.
Now try Cullen's "To a Brown Girl"
