Time, try as we might is one intangible element that we have no
control over, however, we have found the beauty of black women to
be timeless. Feast your eyes upon the contours of a ripe young
maiden of eighteen and one can see the future--not just hers, but
that of all mankind. Does that sound a little metaphysical, well,
not really because if you gaze upon the mature body of a seasoned
black woman can you not see a little of her past in her eyes. Can
you not imagine what it will be like when you`ve conquered the love
of the young maiden. Of course you can. The eyes of a black woman
may capture you first then as you are drawn closer to her, you may
find yourself held within her loving embrace. That is an experience
every man who truly admires the black woman`s beauty should have.
To gaze upon the beauty of black women is the ultimate vision to
witness. What other woman has the history of the world etched in
her smile? The curve of her hips brings forth great images of the
mother continent, Africa. Caress her breasts with your eyes and
you`re miraculously transported to the flat grassy plans at the
foot of the great Mt. Kilimanjaro. Just to be in the presence of
black women provides heady food for thought and the imagination.
The physical union guaranties rapture almost beyond description.
The beauty of black women was in part created for our inspiration.
When we see the sun rise in the morning we think of the glorious
events yet to come. Black women, like the sun, have the ability to
spura man on to glory as well as provide unparalleled joy and
fulfillment. One neednot search for her beauty, for it is
everywhere. This entire heavenly body we call earth is the home for
her extraordinary presence. In all honest annals of history you`ll
find evidence of the mark she has left on decidedly diverse
cultures. Because black women are time. They are life itself, or if
you will the essence of life. Clearly it is her beauty that
inspires us throughout the years every year. For truly there can be
no life without women. So what is time without women, but more
importantly to men what are we with out black women. Fortunately,
we will never have to find out. The beauty of black women is ours
to behold, and as long as beautiful black women are there to urge
us on, that pattern will continue until we`ve reached our personal
goals. Beautiful black women are here and so we.
Tears of a Woman
¿Mom, Why are you crying?¿ he asked his mom.
¿Because I¿m a woman,¿ she told him.
¿I don¿t understand,¿ he said
His mom just hugged him and said, ¿And you never
will¿¿¿&i quest;
Later the little boy asked his father ¿Why does mother seem
to cry for no reason?¿
¿All women cry for no reason¿ was all his father
could say¿
The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women
cry¿
Finally he put in a call to GOD; when GOD got on the phone the man
said, ¿GOD, why do women cry so easily?¿
GOD said:
When I made woman she had to be special. I made her shoulders
strong enough to carry the weight of the world; yet, gentle enough
to give comfort¿
I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection
that many times comes from her children¿
I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone
else gives up; and take care of her family through sickness and
fatigue without complaining¿.
I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all
circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very
badly¿
This same sensitivity helps her to make a child¿s boo-boo
feel better and shares in her teenager¿s anxieties and
fears¿
I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and
fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart¿.
I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife,
but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside
him unfalteringly.
I gave her a tear to shed. It¿s hers exclusively to use
whenever it is needed. It¿s her only
weakness¿It¿s a tear for mankind¿.
RIGHT NOW IM SINGLE...
"As time goes on, and the days pass by, I continue to grow, I
continue to rise.
When I see my reflection, as Ilook in my eyes, I see a miracle,
that`s bound for the skies.
Like a home cooked meal, I am fully nourished, like a brand new
apartment; I`ve been fully furnished.
I am complete, I`ve been made fully whole, I`m able to stand up,
tall and bold..."
Right now I`m single, which isn`t so bad, till the world tries to
say, that I`m pitiful and sad.
For not being married, or dating a friend, for not being engaged,
or in sexual sin.
For not sleeping around, with girls here and there, for not
cheating on women, and not even care.
Right now I`m single, and that`s perfectly fine, till the world
tries to say, I`m out of my mind.
For not being a playa (as if I possibly could), for not being
corrupt, in my single hood.
For not fooling around like many men do, for not having sex, or at
least trying to.
Right now I`m single, living under one roof, till the world makes
me feel, I`m missing out on my youth
For not having something, to do every night, for making me feel,
that I have no life.
It`s during these times, that I look in my eyes, and question God,
am I`m living a lie.
Is being single, really that bad? Can you live as a single, and not
be sad?
Have I messed up my life, by being alone? Can life still be good,
if no mate comes along?
Should I throw in the towel, in disgust and defeat? Just go on and
settle, for whomever I meet?
Is my standard of equally yoked too high? Is it too much to ask,
should I put that aside?
If I`m by myself, does that mean something`s wrong? Can I sing a
solo, for part of my song?
Should I feel bad, about whomI am? If the world tries to say, I`m
an incomplete man.
Can the world really do that? What gives it the right?
To see me and say, I live a pathetic life!
For not having that special, significant other, for having lots of
friends, but having no lover.
If I never do find, the right one for me, that doesn`t mean I`m
headed for a life that`s empty.
From the world`s point of view, I mustn`t be lead,
It should never replace, what God has said.
Right now I`m single, which is fine with me,
Cause I think for now, God wants me to be.
And until I meet, my lifelong mate,
I`ll be content and learn to wait.
Soif you`re by yourself, hold your head up high,
You¿re amiracle, that`s bound for the skies.
Until I meet, my wife and to be,
I`ll ignore the world`s, opinion of me.
Being single is a gift, from God above.
It`s while I`m single, I should learn to love.
So when I meet, that perfects one,
I`ll know the right time has finally come.
Not due to a lifestyle of perverted mingle,
But that I`m trying to do right, today, while I`m single.
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