Afrikan Love between compliments is a beautiful and revolutionary thing

Love Song


I have to adore the earth:
The wind must have heard
your voice once.
It echoes and sings like you.
The soil must have tasted
you once.
It is laden with your scent.
The trees honor you
in gold
and blush when you pass.
I know why the north country
is frozen.
It has been trying to preserve
your memory.
I know why the desert
burns with fever.
It was wept too long without you.
On hands and knees,
the ocean begs up the beach,
and falls at your feet.
I have to adore
the mirror of the earth.
You have taught her well
how to be beautiful.
If today i never ever read another poem, never recite some lyrics so profound it sends chills down my spine, I ask that this poem, A love Song, be my last. What this brother did in a few simple lines, echoes and encapsulate my profound love and appreciation for my only compliment. The Afrikan woman.
As men in training, we have been taught that the highest form of feminine appreciation is the yurugu female. Hers is the beauty to behold and the softness to hold. When we embrace this we ignore the true epitome of what femininity and beauty is. Some of us will over compensate in pursuit of a lighter skin and miss the melanin rich beauty in the darker skin Afrikan woman. Her full lips to sweeten my day, strong hips to delight my night, her generous shoulders to comfort me in times of stress, and her heart that knows my pain and overstand our needs. To misquote the great Bernie Mac….I love them like food!
She complements me in so many ways, I am at a loss for words. When either she or I forget who we are and what we are to each other, it is a terrible thing. But I am not here to dwell on that. I am here to give praise to she who is my beginning, my middle and she whom i owe my life. My purpose. My reason for living. She is who produce me in perpetuity. Immortalize me in my children and keep the stories of who we are, going strong.
I have no love song to sing for you my beloved. I have no poem to write that will stand the test of time. I have only my heart and my intentions to protect, provide for, serve and support.
The Afrikan woman is my complement. She is the feminine to my masculine. My light and balance when the darkness threatens to upset me. She is me and I am her. We are one. i
I support her and she balances me!

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