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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 s

king requirements

I am a queen I am a queen who needs my king to be whole… I don’t want a piece of a man, or a leg of a man.. I need him whole..   Like the pigment of milk that drips clearly and completely   white   like the sun at 5pm that is fully bright I am a queen who needs my king to be clear Clear as summer from winter..   Clear as the wrong In a sinner.     Clear as the tongue of a scorned mad women Clear in his speech, clear with his intentions,   clear in his aim’ clear in his reach I need him to understand me.. Fully.. Through and through … I need him to understand! Every emotion’ from my bellied laughter to my angered tears.. Understand that my silence is a cry for space.. I need my king to understand what   I accept and what I expect of him I need my king to Stand… Stand tall   like the tallest mountain of Tibet and Nepal stand Tall like the ancient pyramids of Egypt, stand tall like the Zealous giraffe I need my king to lead.. He needs to be the head not the butt