To wake up one day in the not so distant future and be appreciate for strength of character and mind. To be love and revered for her womanly shapes and womanly ways. To be considered a HELPmate no matter if the help sometimes come with a bitter pill. To not be degraded because she is not “nice.” To not be discarded because she speaks up and out. To not be shunned because she did remain quiet and dutiful. To know her beauty is worshiped in all its incarnations from blackberry cordial to white chocolate. To feel comfortable and proud with her hair that does NOT move and is NOT a sheath of silk. To have a God-Given Mate who sees NO one but her. To know that her dream of a family that looks exactly like her is not an antiquated or prejudiced idea. To realize that her love for her God-Give Mate is reciprocated with no conditions, abridgments, or additions. To have had ten marriage proposals from good, decent, hard-working, moral MEN. To know her son AND her daughter do not have to fear each other when they meet in the world.
A Black Woman’s Hell: today.
(I’m baaaaaaack!)
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