I am Black

What do you see when you see me? Do you see responsibility and dignity encoded in my DNA? Do you see generations of survival and struggle in my eyes? Open your third eye and see that I am Black. I am a black woman with the burdens, trials, and tribulations that come along with that honor. Don’t look at the color of my skin to see my blackness, that the sun has graced me with its kisses. See my blackness and my femininity as intricately intertwined and divinely gifted, see my blackness as my nature and my demeanor, not the way society has narrowly defined me. The realization of my true place as a black woman did not come until I let go of my insecurities and fears, my false beliefs that kept me separated from my other half. My soul was incomplete without the presence of my Nubian king. He waited patiently for me to grow and mature, she waited for me to wear the crown that had my name inscribed on it so that we could reign together. Now that I have found him, I will not forsake his love. My thoughts are filled with ways I can bring a smile to his lips, those sweet and seductive lips that make my knees weak and my palms sweaty when they gently touch my cheek . . . my brow. I am filled with the need to give him pleasure like he’s never known before, to bring him satisfaction until he passes out from sensory overload. Laying my head on his chest, finding that spot that belongs only to me fills me with a profound joy and peace like I’ve never known before. With his arms wrapped tightly around my brown curves, I know my challenge is to show him my emotional wounds and let him heal them with his compassion and his love. I’m humbled by the ways I’ve grown with him and his ability to see me as a complete human being, not just an object to acquire. She is the reason for me being and I’m made whole in his arms.

Copyright 2005 AfroerotiK

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