IF I told you that I loved you, Would you turn and walk away? If I told you that I needed you, Would you hold my hand and stay? If I showed you all my scars, Would you freak and leave me here? If I cried infront of you, Would you even shed a tear? If I told you all my secrets, Would you promise not to tell? If I tried my best to fly, Would you catch me if I fell? If I told you what was wrong, Would you try to make it right? If I was falling apart, Would you hold me nice and tight? If I spilled my heart infront of you, Would you turn and walk away? If I told you that I loved you, Would you promise you would stay?
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I APOLOGIZE I apologize black woman for all the seen and unseen lies, For the heartache and pain that brought tears in your eyes. I apologize black woman for not being true from the start, for running away from you, leaving a hole in your heart. For ignoring your feelings and pushing them aside, because I was too damn arrogant and pumped up with pride. I apologize for making promises that I couldn`t keep, for building a foundation based on treachery and deceit. Being selfish and inconsiderate, I did what I wanted to do, making costly decisions without thinking of you. I apologize for not holding you through restless nights and stormy days, for my immature thoughts and my foolish ways. Instead of carrying your love with me, I just threw it on the shelf, after we made love I turned away, only thinking of myself. You cried your heart for me, while I was out running wild and loose, I destroyed the essence of your love with physical, mental, & emotional abuse. I gave you hell black woman by giving up when times got rough, I didn`t slap you, I pushed you, I neglected you-- even that`s bad enough! Now I see why you build a wall around you, because it is me you despise, but that`s the price that I have to pay for all the times I wore a disguise. I pray to GOD that one day you will realize, That I LOVE YOU BLACK WOMAN, AND I APOLOGIZE. By Every Man Author Alpha Omega McCoo
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First of all, I am not here to play with emotions nor have mine played with, please respect that! I love to have fun and laugh as much as the next person but not like that!
Hello, I`m Kim also KIM37 and I am divorced with one child. I have been called a "Deep Thinker". I dont ask much from anyone as long as he is honest and a caring person who has a job!! I am very easy to get along with and very understanding. What I am looking for is someone who can make me smile, treat me like a woman should be treated and I am looking for a serious relationship. If you just want a "BOOTY CALL" then I am not the one I play for keeps!!
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The Strength of A Man
The strength of a man isn`t seen in the width of his shoulders. It`s
in the width of his arms that encircle you.
The strength of a man isn`t in the deep tone of his voice. It`s in
the gentle words he whispers.
The strength of a man isn`t how many buddies he has. It`s how good a
buddy he is with his children.
The strength of a man isn`t in how respected he is at work. It`s in how respected he is at home.
The strength of a man isn`t in the hair on his chest. It`s in his
heart, that lies within his chest.
The strength of a man isn`t in how hard he hits. It`s in how tender
he touches.
The strength of a man isn`t how many women he`s loved. It`s in being
true to one woman.
The strength of a man isn`t in the weight he can lift. It`s in the
burdens he can carry.
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The Death of the Black Woman While struggling with the reality of being a human instead of a myth, the strong black woman passed away. Medical sources say she died of natural causes, but those who knew her know she died from being silent when she should have been screaming, smiling when she should have been raging, from being sick and not wanting anyone to know because her pain might inconvenience them. She died from an overdose of other people clinging to her when she didn`t even have energy for herself. She died from loving men who didn`t love themselves and could only offer her a crippled reflection. She died from raising children alone. She died from the lies her grandmother told her mother and her mother told her about life, men & racism. She died from being sexually abused as a child and having to take that truth everywhere she went every day of her life, exchanging the humiliation or guilt and back again. She died from asphyxiation, coughing up blood from secrets she kept trying to burn away instead of allowing herself the kind of nervous breakdown she was entitled to, but only white girls could afford. She died from being responsible, because she was the last rung on the ladder and there was no one under her she could dump on. The strong black woman is dead. She died from being a mother at 15 and a grandmother at 30 and an ancestor at 45. She died from being dragged down and sat upon by un-evolved women posing as sisters and friends. She died from tolerating Mr. Pitiful, just to have a man around the house. She died from sacrificing herself for everybody and everything when what she really wanted to do was be a singer, a dancer, or some magnificent other. She died from lies of omission because she didn`t want to bring the black man down. She died from tributes from her counterparts who should have been matching her efforts instead of showering her with dead words and empty songs. She died from myths that would not allow her to show weakness without being chastised by the lazy and hazy. She died from hiding her real feelings until they became hard and bitter enough to invade her womb and breasts and became angry tumours. She died from always lifting something from heavy boxes to refrigerators all by herself. The strong black woman is dead. She died from never being enough of what men wanted, or being too much for the men she wanted. She died from being too black and died again for not being black enough. She died from being misinformed about her mind, her body & the extent of her royal capabilities. She died from knees pressed too close together because respect was never part of the foreplay that was being shoved at her. She died from loneliness in birthing rooms and aloneness in abortion centers. She died in bathrooms with her veins busting open with self-hatred and neglect. And sometimes when she refused to die, when she just refused to give in she was killed by the lethal images of blonde hair, blue eyes and flat butts, being rejected by the OJ.`s, the Quincy`s, the Cuba`s & the Kobe`s. Sometimes, she was stomped to death by racism & sexism, executed by hi-tech ignorance while she carried the family in her belly, the community on her head, and the race on her back! The strong black woman is dead! Or is she? I know I`m not!
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