*CLEARING THOAK, STEPPING TO MIC*
Excuse me, I have something to say. I know I am not the cliché dime piece kinda size piece female. I know that my hair is not the most luxurious 16 inch yaki flowing down my back-y. I know that I cannot hold a note and that my bank account is not stacked with notes. But let me tell you what I do know. I know that I am a black woman. I am a Queen. I know that as a single parent my daughters belly stays full. I know that with the blessings of God Himself, I have bought a house and own two cars. But let me tell you what I am most proud of. I am a Black Queen who deserves her Black Mandingo King. I have birthed a child from between the soft thighs that also gives my man a rise. My heart is on display. Don’t abuse it because when a woman is fed up, well, you know the rest. These arms have comforted men, women and children in past time. I have so much love to share, and so many secrets to bear. I may not be that dime piece arm candy piece, but I am a time piece. I am the kind of woman a man marries until the end of time. I am that kind of woman that is in your corner when you feel alone. I am the kind of woman who will encourage her man through the down time praying be comes back to the up time. I am the kind of woman that will birth your dreams as well as your children. I am a Black Queen, the forever piece.
August 20, 2011