Things that used to matter, matters no more.....the secrecy of intimacy is gone.
Words have became deeper than actions.in the name of love integrity is murdered and Ego groomed.

Things that used to matter, matters no more... women used as gardens of production, left in sorrow by every baby father.
Undressed, unwrapped with no thought of marriage crossing a brothers mind.
The flow of let’s go with the flow has killed women and made Man see not beyond our skin.

A black sister knows not her way in the kitchen.Our diploma’s has stole the medal of “serving” that God has granted us.we forward nude pictures, embrace ourself’s half naked, we embrace not the beauty of being in a long skirt and taburns.

We’re  proud to hold high a glass of booze but know not how to cook.we love our man all fashionable but know not how to wash nor iron....pursued by man with big wallets who never even bother to take us home.

Principles suffocating.who will take after our grannies and inherit the true essence of being a women.

I refuse to let the flower I am die.I refuse to go with the flow, to turn a blind eye to my Femininity!
Honor your worth black women, Tap into you inner divinity.
Throw away your wet sheet of tears, Rise Beyond the measures of society and standards that has labeled you inferior! be a women.

By:Capricious blackdove
In honor of all women, let’s rise in humbleness.