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The Realism of Being a Black Woman
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Back bone of the Black community...
Mother of the Earth...
Nubian princess...
Black Goddess...
All these titles, I can't help but laugh,
Because people don't realize...
Life as a Black woman is a bitch and a half.
Our Black men are crucified and condemned
Stripped of their pride...
Theirs is an ongoing public battle
Our's is a private hell that we attempt to hide...
A private hell people act like don't exist...
Life as a Black woman is about a bitch
Care for the kids
Succeed in the workplace
Strive for education
Run that never ending rat race
Yet looking like perfection
All this while making time for my brother's embrace
Life as a Black woman is a bitch in any case.
People tell me I should be proud to be a Black woman
I say, I am normally
except when the names bitch, hoe, slut or gold diggin' tramp
Are given to me by society
How dare you show such disrespect
But hey what can I say
I wouldn't trade my soul for any other nationality...
It's just that life as a Black woman is a Bitch and that's reality.
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I Will Miss You �
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My mind is getting tired...
I sit, fixated in my thoughts...
I begin to miss you.
I think about hours turning into days.
A day into a week.
My heart quickly turns despondent.
Knowing I won't get to feel your hand in my sleep.
Eternity is knocking on my emotions.
My immense fear is that
Weeks will turn into months
And one month into many years
Why is it ...
Time is endless, yet never enough?
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I Love You
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I find contentment in your arms...
Feelings in your eyes...
Love on your lips...
And purity in your heart.
I Love You.
I love your smile
It brightens my life.
I love your arms
They hold me tight.
I love your hands
They give me love.
I love your fingers
They point the way when I am confused.
I love your body
It shields me from harm
I love your shoulders
They help me carry the weight of my world.
I love your thighs
Because it is with them that you thrust your love into me.
I love your complete body mind, and soul
I love you.
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