Page

Page is a single black woman who dates men
Black men who buy her drinks and dinners and take her to movies
She wears red and dark brown lipstick
Her lips
Her full lips
Just like a black woman
Page rides the bus and train
Wears her hair in a nappy fro
You don't know a woman like Page
And
The realist black women you know
Are like Page
With her great big bags
Holding a sweater, a phone, a notebook, a pen, a wallet, crystals, water
Page is a force, a war, a weapon, a riot
She keeps a journal of her dreams
You are lucky to be in her dreams
Lucky to be on the receiving end of her smile
Lucky to hold her hand
Have a moment of her time
Page
Page
Say her name
Say it again
Sit close enough to hear her whisper
Smell her mint breath on your collar
Hear her bangles clink
Watch her glide
Watch her make magic
Respect the hustle
Page
Page
Say her name again