I love, LOVE my Black women. Walk, talk, hair, lips, nose...I adore and am addicted to them. Others are merely wannabes. Maybe that's harsh...Shit, I love the way a Sister says "hello" or "hey," especially the girls down here...
Ever seen a Black woman just sit....or stand there and do nothing...may not be even doin' shit else but just STANDING there...may sound silly to some who don't pay attention to detail, or ones who are merely entranched by a phat booty and double-D's....
Ones who don't need a man to do shit but be a man and be there...they accept us with all our flaws, because Lord knows we have them...
Ones who have inner drive, a motivation, love of life, of others, and most importantly...of themselves...a true, sincere love of self...
Ones who make me, MAKE me love them no matter what...they make me love them just for being them...MAKE me feel as though I HAVE to serve a bigger purpose than just being here taking up space on Earth.
Damn, they make the mundane, small, and irrelevant alluring...then again, it may be because I'm a stickler for details...
So to my Queens, this is from a brother who relishes in my role as your servant...
I love you.
4/15/06 @ 1:49 am
