I am a woman and I have a job to do. My job has nothing to do with a 9 to 5, buisness suits or high heel shoes. God created me out of a rib of a naked man named Adam. So that must make me Eve. I'm about to get busy in explanation, so let me roll up my sleeves. I'm not here for a man to tell me I'm less than him. I'm not here on earth to cook, clean, or spit shine his tims. My purpose is God sent. But some folks seem to be missing the jist of it. Listen up! I was made out of a rib and a rib has a specific job. My job is to protect the heart. I am to break before the heart can be harmed. Not just any heart, but the heart of the black man. I have no bigger purpose in this undefined land. At the moment, I'm failing my task. I'm watching unhappy black men vent because I'm failing to give love and they don't ask. God made the King out of his image, but I feel his pain. I am God's emotions so I cry when you can't, I'm here to heal the strain. We have to meet half way to understand that I'm a part of you. You can date a white girl and tell me I have too much attitude. You can get rich and buy her a house. I won't say a word, I'll be as quiet as a mouse. But I want you always to remember: My job is to protect your heart. I won't stop doing that until the day my body won't start. I am Eve... And I can't leave. I'm sorry I'm not holding down my fort, but you too have to show me what I'm worth. I'll continue to work to show you that I love you. But I won't stand by and let you abuse my soul. I want you to love me the way you know how, so we can get our lives under control. That's the only way we're going break this sickening mold. I am a woman and I have a job to do. My job has nothing to do with a 9 to 5, buisness suits or high heel shoes. God created me out of a rib of a naked man named Adam. So that must make me Eve. I'm here until the world is no longer... so say what you have to, but don't expect me to leave.