My Ode to Black Women

Ladies, I was out and about when I came across a brother acting in ways unbecoming of a gentlemen in the presence of a woman. I approached him and after engaging him in conversation I found to my chagrin that comments disparaging to her was equally humiliating to me, as he uttered that she was only good for one thing. This brings me to ask a question of you: Do you think men give you more or less respect due to what they see on the surface? While you lament that thought, check out my personal homage to Black women:

Oh, for the beauty and bodacious embodiment of women of color, for the essence of your regal bearing and the essentiality of your being -- you have earned my respect. You have been my wife, my sister, my mother, my niece, my daughter, my granddaughter and my aunt. These roles are yours and you have out did yourself in them all! I salute you and bow to your good graces, and feel that God made you to be beautiful with much charisma, substance and style. I’ve loved you and lost you, only to pick up the pieces to become a better man for you...and in my quest to protect, honor and obey you, I want to be that virtuous man to serenade you and keep you forever. God made you comely with attributes that I admire that is unique to you.

We struggle together and live within our means. You will flaunt your spirituality and be that siren to walk hand in hand as we do ‘this’ in remembrance of Him. Will you open up your heart and pour out to me the flavor and juices that’s within your soul? Will you let me continue to be a pheromone to the delights of your scented presence? I’m addicted to you and want to revel in the charms and enchanting bliss of your chambers. I want to continue to hold, kiss and caress you in an Agape way.

...And along the way to Eden I promise to remember all that the Good Book says about you, and give you my all. You are strong and resilient, and the world knows this! I will hold you up in highest esteem and will not abandon you. I will train up our children so that they will know the way to go; self, family and community will be the triad that transpose a willingness to make our calling and election surest; and surely I will look upward and thank Him for sending you me, for the windows of your soul are your beautiful eyes that yearn to see me keep the faith and keep my promises. Ladies of the world and Black women hither to yon, know that I care and carry you around always -- in my heart!