Black skin, nappy hair, big ole moist lips, yeah they're still there.
Wide nose and these charcoal brown eyes, plump voluptuous hips and deliciously thick thighs,
Powerful bosom, be it large or small, still majestically made,
Sweltering heat of womanly desire, and the tool contentment of feminine shade.
High cheekbones stretching towards the stars in skies,
Dotting the blackened canvas of the universe, kisses so soft
And sweet, capable of quenching infinite thirst.
Majestic in stature with a spirit of determination, on soul
Created to survive, cunning enough to stand on the battle fields of life, defeat my foes, still excel, and still I'll thrive.
Honest enough to be faithful to the convictions of my heart.
Willing to lend each of the woes of mankind,
And still from my foundation of integrity never defeat.
Bold enough to stare anger and hatred dead in the eye ,
Regal enough to show empathy to those who call my blackness enemy, and give aid to their cries.
There's no questioning the authenticity of my black, or the supernal deity of my race. There is no disillusion of the audacity, no denial of the heritage, no shame
Written in the crevices or lives of the black race.
There's no misunderstanding my fortitude, no questioning the completeness that falls beneath this s
All these affrobates, gracefully unwrapped due on full display proclaiming
with dignified confidence that I myself divinely inspired and beautifully made.
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