Apr 28, 2016
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Why they love us. Why they hate us
Maybe it’s the way my skin glistens like pure gold when the sun kisses it. Maybe it’s the way my hips spread like heaven’s gates. Maybe it’s my hair and its ability to make others believers of magical powers with its ability to bend, twist, curl, and lay whenever it pleases. Could be the way my lips taste. The ones on my face and the ones below the waist. Finger-lickin good. Both like the sweetest thing you will ever place your tongue up against. Or maybe it’s my attitude. The way I can intimidate you and still make you love me. It could be my eyes and how they are the windows to my soul which is not as dark as my beautiful skin. Maybe it’s my tender heart. The way I can love you like your mother, sister, friend, and lover. Maybe it’s my pride and strength. I ain’t to proud to beg. Nor am I too proud to tell you how I really feel. Because I know who I am, and what I’m capable of. Maybe it’s just because I’m a black girl that’s gots you feeling some type of way.
Let's give it up for the chocolate girls. Unapologetically handing out cavities. Willy Wonka's factory cant even come up with the formula to create all that is you. What up caramel!? Skin dipped in the finest gold. Looking goddess-like, turning countless heads. Is that you lightskin? I see you baby. Shinning brighter than the sun on its best day. To all my beautiful brown girls of all shades, Keeping those who wonder wondering where we came from and how we came to be. To my magical brown women, We are without a doubt living proof that God is real.
Well, there it is. Us.
Words to the man looking for me:
Words to the man looking for me:
I won’t be broken when I reach you, but
I’ve been through a lot,
So when I get there, be gentle with me.
God and I have dusted off the fingerprints of misguided lovers who have touched places in the past.
There are no traces of those before you who don’t matter.
I am a clean surface for you to admire.
Your silhouette often appears in my daydreams of my future plans.
There are places I’ve been alone that I can’t wait to take you.
The spaces between my fingers are custom made to fit yours and I can’t wait to hold your hand.
Nowhere makes me feel like home because
Home is where the heart is
And you seem to be far from where I live.
But that will all change soon.
We are each other’s soon-to-be greatest loves,
best friends, and then some.
I only hope to surpass your expectations of me.
I have a feeling you will do the same.
Unfortunately, we aren’t ready for each other just yet.
And that’s ok.
Enjoy the time with women who aren’t me.
Appreciate what you will learn from them in between now and our introduction.
No need to wish on stars, and
11:11 is for fools with no faith.
I promise I’m on my way.
Restoring the faith in the female population by simply being me and handling my shit.
Chemistry so intense that just by looking at each other we can make a room full of people feel uncomfortable. As if they walked in on us making love..