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We are The Epitome

Beautiful black queen

Beautiful black queen

You are the epitome

You are the dream

Silk sweet chocolate skin, or smooth and creamy caramel

You must accept the hardship of bearing the world’s Challenge. Because nobody understands your rage nobody sees your passion

The world cannot confront your malice

Centuries of mind control.  They took away our privilege to stand by our men

They took away our NEED for our Kings… They raped us from Africa’s dirt

They exposed our naked bodies, they bought and sold our children and shipped of our guardians

They took away our hope of better days

Striking Black king

 Striking Black king

Nobody understands your challenge, they can’t confront your malice

Uprooted from your throne, kidnapped from your kingdom. They stripped you from Africa’s shores They brought you to your knees

They whipped your flesh and weakened your soul. They bought and sold your children then brainwashed your women. Only you know the strength you had to endure while bowing down to another man. The feeling for you and your ebony queen an abundance of humiliation. Because now she feels that you can’t properly guide and protect. Now your queen is confused and lost. No one understands the agony of losing your own people’s respect

Black queens and black kings it’s time to go over this history... You don’t see the burden of our ancestors weighing on our breed! They want us confused they want us angry! They want the queen to need their assistance for stability, they want the black king ripped away from his family! We have to stop this interval of letting ourselves down. Black man respect yourself and surly your queen will summit, prove to her she can trust you to work hard and won’t influence neglect, because the knowledge of your ability to be a real man currently can’t recollect. They want us to be incomplete because it pays into their scheme, but we must learn how to work harder and smarter for our bonds to Synchronize so our families can correctly coexist…  

Because WE are the epitome

WE are the dream

They want to speak our slang and grasp onto our Ebonics

They want to imitate our looks from our big booties to our full lips and curly eyelashes; to the swag of our walks and our unapologetic way of provocatively flaunting sexuality

They want to own that passion, they want to portray themselves Like us but they will never understand why we are the way we are! The black AMERICAN challenge permanently flowing through our blood.

How we unknowingly walk around holding back for discretion

How we have to lay down our sons because of another man’s fear of his ability to succeed

BECAUSE THE saying black don’t crack is a real and a true expression so the only way to defeat him is to lay him slain

What We go through as people we are built STRONG IN BLACK and BUILT STABLE LIKE PLAQUE

We are the epitome

We are the Dream

By: Brianna Camille Sterling



The Help


My black is beautiful. My black is powerful. My black is intellectual and spiritual.  My black is white, brown, green, yellow, and purple. My black Is universal; a movement to the moon.  My black is a song: a rhythmic blues. My black is strong and unapologetic. My black is love and hate tied bitterly sweet. My black is pleasurably pain. My black is momentum, my black is silently pleasant and loudly intolerable. My black is deep like blue and curvy like spoons. My black is still water and moving tides. My black is closely and remotely Beautiful.

False Prophet

  False Prophet He speaks words full of fire thats strong enough to burn the soul.  Tongue filled with promises that turns any woman’s cold heart into gold. I am a God! King of kings and upon the flick of my fingers you will be cursed fool!  Weep at the bend of my knees, you as a woman should shower me! Fulfill my desires and expect no Loyalty from me the Unholy God of Kings of Kings. False Prophet cant you see, my soul can not be altered by man whose flesh ages and bleeds. I am a Queen made from the father of land. Coil me in dirt and see my true skin.  Wrench the water of Poseidon from out of me down your legs and turn back into the weakened flesh that binds you to sin. Open your eyes and see the breath of life in my air! The reigns of passion boiling in my heart and the 3rd eye between my brows that causes you to turn away from me. Be aware of your played out interactions, selfish satisfaction and the unsolicited grievance you bring onto yourself. Look at the beautiful black Queens

Im Not Supposed to Think Of You

I wonder if you know how true I could be to you You just don’t know how you freed me I am no longer imprisoned in my head Every day I challenge my mind and try to do away with wasteful thinking but... I’m not supposed think of you Slow, long kisses those are my favorite. When your lips touch mines a million stars start to shine. I can’t help but think do you feel like it’s that amazing?   I catch a glimpse of you, head tilted, hands gripping my thighs, so much passion through those glasses. Those soft lips and gorgeous brown eyes.   I feel your energy clashing with mines. Your sensuality with my sexuality it’s a match that can’t be denied.   When we entwine we send the heavens shaking disrupting the angel’s peace. I wish I could keep you with me   But I’m not supposed to think of you It’s not just the intimacy that I’m attracted too, it’s that big beautiful brain that blows me away. Something about the knowledge you keep that has me wanting more and more of yo