Black Women: Part Three

Part I

Part II

This begins by saying an apology is in order. It's necessary for the times we took your presence for granted. It's crucial for the instances where it was us who became disillusioned and disenchanted...but the disappointment should be placed on us, for not doing our part to continually treat you like queens. We should take the sole responsibility for not cherishing the greatest gift our eyes have ever seen.

We should love all of you the way we love our mothers and our daughters; unconditionally, as the central figures in just about any brother's life. We should cherish you completely, whether you're a teacher, lawyer, or our very own wife. There's no justification for you being reduced to an object, a tool, or a toy. You should be handled like the gems you are, and placed on a pedestal for giving the world your love and irreplaceable joy.

These words are the opposite of empty; they're filled with the sincerity of Black men everywhere, who vow to do better, and to place you back on your throne where you belong. We know if you're by our side, it gives us our best chance to make it, and the least chance to ever go wrong. So from the bottom of our collective hearts, we apologize, and make a pledge to treat you as the definition of a queen, simply from knowing the vision of you will continue to be the greatest gift our eyes will ever see.

7/9/08 @ 1:15 P.M.


Photo by Clifton Henri

Black Women

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