Saturday, August 11, 2007



She does not know
Her beauty.
She thinks her brown body,
She thinks her brown body
Has no glory.
If she could dance
Naked,
Under palm trees
And see her image and realize
She would know
Yes, she would know.
But there are no palm trees
In the street,
No palm trees in the street
And dishwater gives back no images.



(1964) Nina Simone