Cynthia

The black man will no longer bring our tea. 

And you may find it hard to love yourself

Without superiority. 

Fear not dear Cynthia, there is nothing to fear.

They have forgiven and we must accept.

So go now, and lie with negresses.

And laugh with them and braid their hair. 

And love their children.

And cry with them as they lose what they love. 

Cynthia, you are my love.