The sky hangs heavy tonight br Like the hair of a Negro woman. br The scars of the moon are curved br Like the wrinkles on the brow of A Negro woman. br The stars twinkle tonight br Like the glaze in a Negro woman’s eyes, br Drinking the tears set flowing by an aging hurt br Gnawing at her heart. br The earth trembles tonight br Like the quiver of a Negro woman’s eye-lids cupping br tears.