Negra Presuntuosa

Something of me has been lost
Between your house and my house
It might be the heat that doesn't burn
It's not joy
It's not anger
Nor is it a lie
That something of you has hidden
Between your street and my soul
It might be the hope
Of a dormant affection
I will know how to laugh
I will know how to cry
I will know how to give you my love
Black
Black woman that I love
Enjoy
Conceited black woman
Look
I am dying
Give me
Life from your mouth
Boot
That is stepping on me
The heels of freedom