This is addressed to you , the one who disrespects me.the one I have to look within myself for to step outside my box just to teach you , a fool how to become correct.
Using the  color my  of my skin as an excuse of why you think i am a well who’s vagina you want to drink from.
I know the thirst , I know a dry helpless tongue from a distance,   but what is a thirsty man to a tsunami? You come looking for a well but I am an ocean. when my children gather around me I fill them up to the brim with tides and waves.
My mouth is not for swallowing your cum! have seen how beautiful my smile is?
I will not stoop to your level and cast a spell on you to  make you castrate your your own dick.

Throwing dirt on my name because I didn’t want to give you some, because I’m not Mexican, Asian or puertorican.
This is  addressed to you,the one who always made comments and made a burning bush out of my body, shaming it into ashes because you don’t like black feminism and you despise black female empowerment.
Preaching on these streets about how you want a smart woman ,not a black book smart woman but a mixed sheet smart woman.

You call me ugly because you’ve only seen the grin of my teeth and never me at my weakest point where  tears flow down my face like rain. I brought you waterfalls and you asked to bathe in them because when a black woman breaks into pieces it only gives you a greater chance to enter in her .Have you ever seen an ugly ocean that nurtures, cleans, seasons her meat and prepares a feast?
 I am an ocean and you are a desert. How dare you say you loathe black woman, like your mother isn’t a black woman, like you weren’t birthed from a black womb, like you didn’t come out of a black vagina,  like you never drank milk from  black breasts?

To be woman and black is to be magic, it is to be the wicked monstrous witch that wouldn’t burn , it Is to be resilient. My very existence is to be defiant, but you want a good woman right? , a woman who knows how to submit to you, how to call “papi” even though you don’t deserve to be put in the same league as her farther .You don’t want a good woman.you want a lost soul. You degrade The  gold curly crown i wear on my head as my hair , you say my only purpose on this earth is to shut my mouth and  quietly spread my legs. It is said that as a black woman  your beauty does not belong to you , you are to succumb to society  , you are to love yourself the least , to grow up and learn to protect men who hate you and that is why monsters like bokoharam came and took my sisters, sad how we think that hashtags will bring them back.it is said that as a black woman you must  know that you’re not even desirable to your own kind.
 
My sisters ,you are oceans
Your purpose isn’t to have a 4 5 between your thighs, it is not to exploit that beautiful temple just to be loved and accepted. You deserve much more than that! Your purpose is not to have blood on your hands just because  you are protecting that low life good for nothing duchebag  you say loves you!
you are an ocean and he is a desert.God created oceans  before he could mould any other piece of this earth , my dear ocean you were worthy before he was even created.

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