Black is Beautiful…
…but why does it have to be from the Motherland, tall and thin? many times i get caught up in the whole color issue and i recognize that my own people have issues with me and how i appear to them.
…i know i am beautiful
…i know i am black
…i know i am confused why i am still single and why i can’t find a good black man
there are men of many other ethnicities who want my attention, but it seems as if i am simply a flash in the pan, curious exploration (done so slowly that i don’t stick around long enough for them to get their nerve up), or notch on a bedpost.
…that’s not what Goddess wants
i mean to offend no one but perhaps i will but i fall more into the category of Aunt Jemima rather than Iman.
…i am not so tall
…i am not so thin
…i am not so exotic
i am just me…