Category: blackwomen

TALL

She’s the life of the party and the center of attention,
She’s a self-proclaimed goddess and God created Queen,
What a beautiful tall black woman, with lovely slim thick thighs, I could imagine them wrapped around mine.
I imagine those beautiful brown eyes piercing through my soul.

She withstood her heartbreak and physical pain from this scumbag called life and yet she stood strong. How can you not want a woman so brave because you have to admire how she’s moved on.

She has the features other women pay for, she’s so lusty, do you know the beautiful sensation you get when she wear heels and is slightly taller than you.

Do you know the euphoric sentiment you experience when you are talking the nastiest things to her while kissing and biting all from the top, down to those never ending legs?
She is a thing of beauty and I hope she realizes it.

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The DM

Laying down bored, scrolling on the gram, she popped up on that feed in a lovely dress, filling up every inch of that dress, and a smile filling every inch of my heart because it simply lit me up. 
As I scrolled through her pictures I saw a smile big enough heal a hurt, the more I looked the more I wanted all of what she’s got. 

And her melanin is so radiant; It shall remain a sexy dark chocolate throughout all the seasons. 

Your chocolate skin glistens once you waltz inside a room. Your chocolate skin is magnificent, it’s amazing to think God has blessed you with such melanin.

She probably about 5’10 and weighs and 100 and something, I kept calculating how much space she’ll take up if she was lying my bed next to I. 
She filled my mind with thoughts of wifing and taking her home this even before I said a word.

I dropped several DM’s eventually she answered, now we texting and I can see she’s so busy she ain’t got no time for nobody. Or maybe I just lack the proper words to enthuse her mind and maybe I just like all the other guys in her cell.
It hurts to think that I couldn’t pick the words, to sway you my way, it sucks that I’ve never gotten to have a regular conversation with you to break all those guards down and see behind all that confidence is some heavy flaws that make you into the strong queen you are.

Her. 

I see curves everywhere. Curves on a tidal wave, Curves in every soda bottle and the crescent moon, and most especially in every woman’s waist.

But the one curve I need is yours the villainous feline with seductive curves that tantalize crazy thoughts of my dark side.
I think about that day seeing you in all black, ( long sleeve black shirt, with jeans hugging every curve and thigh black boots to complete your simple yet elegant look ) and how it seemed like you were hiding in the crowd but your beauty was way too formidable that even in the midst of hundreds you managed to stand out so effortlessly and how you left me fawning , I couldn’t let you go by without saying nothing. I discovered your wittiness and humorous combative punchline lines, I couldn’t help but imagine how it felt to be around you all the time, how I wished you were next to me as I penned down these thoughts. I want to help you figure out your passion and I’ll do by making sure I arouse your soul and make sweet love to your mind while we next to each other into slumber.
I want to show you how a woman is truthfully meant to be loved, I want you to know that you are worth and more and you don’t need anyone’s validity. I want to embrace all of that beautiful-chocolate and be the happiest with that old soul of yours.

“Land Of The Free”

Slowly, we’re a all being wiped out,

We’re not wanted,

They want to see us rage,

They want to see us fight back, so they can have a reason to slaughter us.
This isn’t our country and they want us to know that,

They brought us here at their own will, why? 

Just to use us and that they’re done they just want to dispose us,

Everyday another of us is killed, Every hour another of us is thrown jailed and lost in the system so we can fail.
We can shout and protest, but nothing has changed,

We can fight back but they have more weapons than us, 

They argue we kill ourselves but who gives us the weapons,

All we want is equality and peace,

All we want is to be accepted,

All we want it to be free in the “Land of the Free”

Happy Mother’s Day 

Not a day goes by without a thought of you.Most of the time they are happy thoughts,

Thoughts of how great things were, 

Thoughts of how I was once a happy child with a bright future,

Eventually all those joyous thoughts go away, and I fade into darkness,

You really are gone, you’re not here anymore,

I feel so alone, whenever this thought hits me,

My bestfriend is gone, so now I drown in my thoughts,

Slowly trying to move on without you mother,
Every moment I wish you were here,

Your love was selfless, your heart was warming no matter what.

You made me feel like I belong ,

You made me feel like I could do anything,

You were my source of my motivation and all that is now dust,

Do I still matter?, Will I ever be something?
I can’t help but wonder if you’re still around,

Do you see me breakdown and cry?

Do you hear my prayers?

Do you see me quiver in fear of me not amounting to anything? 

Are you proud of me?

Why won’t you answer my calls for you? 
I want you to show me sign that you’re here,

I’ve been waiting for an answer, but even though I get no reply I’ll keep trying.
I saw you in my dream the other day, but you never altered a word,

Is that the sign I needed all along that you’re still around, but I may never know I’ve realized.
The rest of the world celebrate mothers and spend time with theirs, I’m left dealing with tears all I can do is think of the memories we had, 

I’m happy glad we created those memories, you were more than a mother to me and I’m happy you birth me. 

Poems are stupid, Not!!!!!!

Sometimes I wonder how I feel about you,
Scared of these feelings because it’s still new
I catch myself thinking of the best way to share,
Hoping you’ll return my confession showing you care
And then I catch myself again… and drag my thoughts back to reality
I am back at square one, does this just happen to me?

Poems are so stupid I swear I would never do this
But this is YOU, and you aren’t like anyone I have met
How much longer do I have to write, can I tell you yet?
When I come back from my thoughts I feel more secure
But then I sleep… and the dreams of you occur

The dreams I have of you are so vivid and clear,
Dreams of you fighting with me against all odds stacked against me,
Dreams of you working with me to build a better me, honestly I can say
I feel TRUE happiness inside and that there is nothing to fear
People say dreams have underlying meanings and not to ignore them
I say we both know what they mean and now I want you to hear.

Just hear what I am about to say to you, feel it with my body, see it in my face,
Hear it in my words and tone when we converse, lay on my chest and feel my heartbeat to tune of your voice.

BAKED GOOD

Those lips, those lips of yours command attention,                                                                                          But what comes out of them keeps the attention, your ability to linger proper dialogue,                    Your voice something about it reminds of a lark, but you don’t even sing.

Those hips, those hips are more figured than a cursive 8,                                                                             She has the power to calculate a mans intentions to divide and multiply by any means of sequence.                                                                                                                                                                    Because her breasts are filled with the curiosity to make a man think, think thoughts couldn’t be sung.

The only thing missing to this wonderful work of art is his hands wrapped around her and holding her in comfort.

The fiercest and most Feisty of them all, thank God for creating a beauty with such dominance with morals & high intelligent quotient
Pliable enough to put cracks and breakthrough any impalpable heart.

She’s A Slut, He’s The Man

Oh double standards, how lovely are you? I think just by title of this article you kind of get where I’m going with this. Any lock that can be unlocked by different keys is a bad lock right? But any Key that can unlock any lock is a master Key right? Now to you men that have this mentality imagine this was your fathers thought process when going into your mother. And to the women who are great locks and judge the bad locks like they’re any different or better.
Any man that can have sex with multiple women is hailed as a hero, he’s seen as the man but if a woman decides to do the same she’s labeled as a slut amongst many other things she’s called but you pathetic men that call them these names know you love them because that’s what you want. You want that woman you can call anytime and the sex will be accessible but yet you’re quick to call her every name in the book but you think you’re the cool guy because you can do that. I want every guy just like myself to think to ourselves; what makes it different that women can’t decide to have Casual sex if they want to? Like why would you as a ‘man’ choose to label or disrespect a woman based on her sexual decisions, honestly bro that makes you a coward man. If you don’t want her because she’s been with too many men then leave her the fuck alone and go find your Virgin Mary mother of Jesus or if you think she’s a slut because she hangs around too many then go find a Nun and try marrying because she’s been with women most of her life.

I want every man that calls women names just for doing the same things they do to imagine if someone called their daughters or mothers or sisters those names and how would they feel? Or imagine yourself being that woman for a second being called all those things, well I know some men still don’t care which is perfectly fine with me but next time you decide to call a Woman a slut for choosing to have sec with multiple partners just remember you’re a bigger slut and a lowlife.

Also, I want to place emphasis on the fact that no matter how old a woman is, or how she lives her life, or what she does for a living and also what she chooses to wear; she should still be respected because honestly if it wasn’t for women both the “sluts”(who make life more fun) and the “innocent” or “angelic” women our world would be shredded into pieces.

My point is no man has the power to slut shame a woman and no woman has the right to put the other down just because they choose to live their life differently. If you don’t have anything nice to say, then shut the fuck and keep your words to yourself.

Beautiful Black Woman, I Worship Thee

Beautiful Black Woman, thank you for adding some color to this world. Beautiful Black Woman thank you being Queen of the earth & Queen of my heart.

Beautiful Black Woman you are powerful, you are fierce, you are the realest of them all.

Beautiful Black woman of all the earths beauty yours is the purest form, the way your skin glows in the light, the way your body is perfectly shaped.

Beautiful Black woman, how I wish society appreciated for what you are, or even more I wish you appreciated the beauty that is your skin and realizing those lightening creams and anything to change your skin only does damage to the beautiful raw skin Yahweh blessed you with.

Beautiful Black Woman, black men everywhere worship the, because you birth us, raised us, sheltered us made us realize that we are kings and nothing could take us down.

Beautiful Black Woman you are a Goddess because in your we can forever trust because you have always delivered.

Beautiful Black Woman; the world is intimated by your beauty and are threatened by your wisdom which is why they hate you so much.

Beautiful Black Woman nothing in life will ever take you away from us and that is the earth will forever remain yours and you will forever remain queen.

Beautiful Black Woman I love you, appreciate you, I cherish you. For you are my healer and my joy.

And to my special Beautiful Brown Skin Woman who’s beauty left me in awe and the way she walked with confidence like had no flaw, you have captivated my heart and my soul and showed me that Brown Skin are the world’s biggest treasure and that’s why they’ve been Gold this whole time.