- Feb 28, 2009
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"The Blacker The Berry"
To each his or her own in matters of the heart
But, as for me, I could never look past the White oppressor's part
In previous mental, emotional, physical, and economic hamperings
To denounce, demean, demote, and depress my Black man
Vying and lobbying to keep him in a daily, living Hell
Or to restrict his fate to either death or jail.
So, as for me, I love the, seemingly, fathomless pools of his eyes
That change w/disappointment and anger and pain
And with surprise and mirth and desire
To lessen, soothe, and solace the former, I aspire
And, the latter, I am thrilled to achieve and inspire!
To the safety of his comforting arms
Engulfing me, protecting me from all harms and alarms
Ensuring me that MY rightful place is within or upon his capable limb
Either by embracing me and nestling me in its nook
Or by tenderly showcasing me, his Queen, on its crook.
To the span of his sinewy, broad back
Strong from carrying the weight of a heavy-laden pack
Full of all the troubles only his world can mete
But still, he bears the brunt of the burden
With each day, a major feat.
To the fullness of his lips
Which I love to kiss, and suckle, and taste of their sweetness
Just like a plump, juicy plum or peach
And, when he savors mine, he can convince and beseech
Me to do what he bids
Sending tingles down my spine and causing a flutter
Between my legs, in my heart, and unto my very eyelids!
Now, in spite of "the cut of the deck"
Or woeful cries of "The Man's" foot upon his neck
I am an ardent supporter of ownership and personal responsibility
And yet do I believe that past or PRESENT hindrances
Do not irrevocably deny my counterpart's success
Nor decrease his individual ability
But after 400 years of servitude, emasculation, and stripes upon his back
As for me, I take my coffee with cream, but I like my man BLACK!
To each his or her own in matters of the heart
But, as for me, I could never look past the White oppressor's part
In previous mental, emotional, physical, and economic hamperings
To denounce, demean, demote, and depress my Black man
Vying and lobbying to keep him in a daily, living Hell
Or to restrict his fate to either death or jail.
So, as for me, I love the, seemingly, fathomless pools of his eyes
That change w/disappointment and anger and pain
And with surprise and mirth and desire
To lessen, soothe, and solace the former, I aspire
And, the latter, I am thrilled to achieve and inspire!
To the safety of his comforting arms
Engulfing me, protecting me from all harms and alarms
Ensuring me that MY rightful place is within or upon his capable limb
Either by embracing me and nestling me in its nook
Or by tenderly showcasing me, his Queen, on its crook.
To the span of his sinewy, broad back
Strong from carrying the weight of a heavy-laden pack
Full of all the troubles only his world can mete
But still, he bears the brunt of the burden
With each day, a major feat.
To the fullness of his lips
Which I love to kiss, and suckle, and taste of their sweetness
Just like a plump, juicy plum or peach
And, when he savors mine, he can convince and beseech
Me to do what he bids
Sending tingles down my spine and causing a flutter
Between my legs, in my heart, and unto my very eyelids!
Now, in spite of "the cut of the deck"
Or woeful cries of "The Man's" foot upon his neck
I am an ardent supporter of ownership and personal responsibility
And yet do I believe that past or PRESENT hindrances
Do not irrevocably deny my counterpart's success
Nor decrease his individual ability
But after 400 years of servitude, emasculation, and stripes upon his back
As for me, I take my coffee with cream, but I like my man BLACK!
