Mickeisha Martin

In the sun's embrace, on the rolling plains, Black women and horses, breaking their chains. Their spirits unbridled, their hearts filled with glee, Roaming together, wild and free.

With hair like the night and eyes like the stars, They ride through the meadows, no fences, no bars. The horses' hooves thunder, a powerful beat, Echoing the rhythm of freedom's sweet heat.

Their laughter is music, a song on the breeze, Dancing through treetops, rustling the leaves. With each stride and gallop, the past falls behind, A tapestry woven with strength redefined.

Majestic and graceful, they soar through the air, With courage and beauty, a vision so rare. Their bond is unspoken, a trust deeply sown, In fields of forever, together they've grown.

Through valleys and rivers, o'er mountains they climb, In the dance of existence, transcending all time. Black women and horses, in nature's embrace, A testament to freedom, in this sacred space.

No reins hold them back, no saddles constrain, In the wild open spaces, they break every chain. Their spirits united, in a world vast and wide, Black women and horses, forever allied.