Someone out there who is as complex as I am. Somewhere in this world someone doesn't know if they are coming or going from one minute to the next.
One day she is being soothed by the sounds of Miles Davis as he pours notes of passion over each cell of skin on her body. The next day she looks like she's having a seizure because she is gyrtating to Juvenile as he tells her to 'Back dat azz up'.
For breakfast, it's two egg whites, wheat toast, and plain yogurt cause she's concerned about her health. For lunch it's greens, fried chicken, candy yams and cornbread cause she could give a damn what society (wite folks) says, she LOVES her big ass and she ain't tryin to lose that.
She is repulsed at how the women on Flavor of Love could set Black Women back 25 years, but can't help but enjoy the show because of the sheer madness.
Appreciates natural beauty in all of it's glory, but still wants her Solar Nails and falsies to step in the club lookin' FLY
Wants a man to love her for with all of her complexities and cater to her as though she is a queen but knows that she wants nothing more than to give him his wants and needs because as a king, He is her Black Man
2 comments:
Hey Shameless,
I'm totally feeling you on this blog post. Sometimes I wonder if I'm just going plum crazy in the head...lol. :)
Hey Soulfull,
No, you are not going crazy. It's just difficult out here for a complex woman. They make you feel as though something is wrong with you.
By the way, I peeked your profile and loved it. Send me your blog so I can check it out
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