Letter to the black woman.

Dear black woman,

Have I ever told you that I love everything about you?

I love your kind heart and nurturing spirit.

I love your ambition and your strength.

I love your versatility and all your unique gifts.

I'm memorized by those eyes.

I'm entranced by those lips, dips, and hips.

Let me stop.

I'm gushing.

 I'm in awe of you.

You got me blushing.

I didn't mean to drone on about the outside of you.

Their's just something about you that draws me to you.

You exude regality.

Your stylish without even trying.

I love you in all  different flesh tones. 
 From the darkest of the dark to the lightest of the light and everything in between. Your all queens and I'm not lying.

My sistah.

My Nubian queen.

You are the epicenter of the universe and creator of all things.

Enchantress.

Fierce goddess.

Lioness.

Sultry vision of loveliness.

Delicate flower. 

Your beauty holds no bounds.

Your mind holds secretes that can not be deciphered  by man.

I am forever in debited to you.

I will forever try my best to uphold you.

Respect our queens.

Let that law echo all through out this land.

PS.

I love you.

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HLH 12/26/19©