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Why We Love Black Women

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Originally posted by Sandye:
Dayum, is there anything at all that Brothers enjoy about Sisters besides eyes in the Den?


_____kiss_______ ____

Ok, Fellas here's your chance. On this thread we'll only be sending love.

QUESTION IDEAS: What are your favorite memories of loving a black woman? What sorts of things do you love about black women? If you're single, why do you still hold out hope of meeting the right Sista? If you've already met the right Sista what do you love about her?

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Originally posted by HonestBrother:

QUESTIONS: What is your favorite memory of loving a black woman?


Two quick memories immediately come to mind.

First: my mother used to always tell me that 'I can do anything I want to do'. That was a tremendously empowering and self-esteem enhancing message that continues to yield benefits to me to this very day.

Second: I have absolutely wonderful memories of my grandmothers lovingly rubbing my back when I was a child. There was no better feeling in the world than to be laying on either of my grandmothers' laps getting my back rubbed!

I have been so blessed to be surrounded by some absoultely wonderful, intelligent, confident, accomplished, strong, loving, and unconditionally supportive black women in my mother and grandmothers. I am so much the better because of them!! heart
I love the black woman's voice...No other race of women speak with such honey in their voices whether they're bougie proper or into mad ghetto slang - and I REALLY love it when they can switch from one to the other and back - like my mom...Maybe it goes back to my mother reading to me when I was a kid - one of my earliest memories...And you can hear it when they sing.... In my collection of soul records I heavily favor female singers.... The Divine Gladys Knight... hmmmmm.... Aretha... Whitney.... india arie ....the list goes on and on....

That was true for every black woman I've ever dated - loved that voice. And a woman who can sang? Let's not go there.

(I'm just getting warmed up)
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Originally posted by HonestBrother:
I love the black woman's voice...No other race of women speak with such honey in their voices whether they're bougie proper or into mad ghetto slang - and I REALLY love it when they can switch from one to the other and back - like my mom...Maybe it goes back to my mother reading to me when I was a kid - one of my earliest memories...And you can hear it when they sing.... In my collection of soul records I heavily favor female singers.... The Divine Gladys Knight... hmmmmm.... Aretha... Whitney.... india arie ....the list goes on and on....

That was true for every black woman I've ever dated - loved that voice. And a woman who can sang? Let's not go there.

(I'm just getting warmed up)


Can't wait until you get hot! Sounds good so far. tfro
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Originally posted by MBM:
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Originally posted by HonestBrother:

QUESTIONS: What is your favorite memory of loving a black woman?


Two quick memories immediately come to mind.

First: my mother used to always tell me that 'I can do anything I want to do'. That was a tremendously empowering and self-esteem enhancing message that continues to yield benefits to me to this very day.

Second: I have absolutely wonderful memories of my grandmothers lovingly rubbing my back when I was a child. There was no better feeling in the world than to be laying on either of my grandmothers' laps getting my back rubbed!

I have been so blessed to be surrounded by some absoultely wonderful, intelligent, confident, accomplished, strong, loving, and unconditionally supportive black women in my mother and grandmothers. I am so much the better because of them!! heart


I love grandmothers. They hold the world's wisdom in their hands. Thanks for sharing your stories. Smile
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Originally posted by HonestBrother:
What are your favorite memories of loving a black woman? What sorts of things do you love about black women?


I enjoy Black women's expressive mannerisms and dialogue (e.g., hands on hip, Come'here girl, and Chile please!). I enjoy how comfortable you feel in Black women's presence. Like Honestbrother, I too love hearing the melodic voice of Black women. Did I mention their distinctive and versatile beauty? They are by far the most artistically talented of all women, in the areas of song, dance, textile and hair design. Black women are also the most spirituallly conscious of all women, always searching for meaning in every experience and endeavor. My favorite memories are of all the Black women represented in my family and friends (e.g., Mothers, grandmothers, aunts, sisters, and new friends).
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During the first couple of years of our marriage money was very scarce. I was in grad school and driving a cab in New York. My wife was in school and working in a day care center. We would meet up for dinner and well you know. One night I came home and the lights were off, candles lit, dinner on the floor. Wifey said she wanted a romantic dinner, no TV, no radio just our own sounds. Found out years later the electricity was cut off and she didn't want me to worry.

My mother is the proudest person I know. I needed several thousand dollars one year and I called her. She sent it two days later, turns out she sold the only piece of jewelry her mother was able to give her. She'd had it for thirty years. Took me 5 years to find the person and get it back.
I love Ruby Dee. Her talent and longevity. Her dignified beauty. Her eyes. And last but not least her lifelong devotion to Ossie Davis.

Ruby: "How to ride the rough waves in a relation long enough for the waters to get calm? When does it sink in that overcoming difficult times gets easier with practice? How do you drag some of the good feelings, good times vibrations into the stormy places? To love someone long and deep is a "consummation devoutly to be wished"!... It is day by day, one step at a time. It may not mean two bathrooms, but just some space, some privacy, some area to be alone. ...Unlike the wedding event, that takes place in a day, marriage is a long process that goes on at some level every day for the rest of your life....We have to learn how to live together... I thought I loved you, Ossie, when we got married, but as I see now, I was only in the kindergarten of the proposition. To arrive at love is like working on a double doctorate in the subject of Life." Source: joint biography, pages 430-431

Ruby: "It takes a long time to really be married. One marries many times at many levels within that marriage. If you have more marriages than you have divorces within the marriage, you're lucky and you stick it out." Source: First UU Church of Wausau

Ruby: "A trustworthy marriage has weathered temptation and anger and jealousy, resentment, self-righteousness and a little bit of selfishness. When you get over and get through that, then maybe you can see the light to love." Source: Ossie and Ruby: Is This the Love Affair of the Century? Ebony, 2/99

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Originally posted by HonestBrother:

Ruby: "How to ride the rough waves in a relation long enough for the waters to get calm? When does it sink in that overcoming difficult times gets easier with practice? How do you drag some of the good feelings, good times vibrations into the stormy places? To love someone long and deep is a "consummation devoutly to be wished"!... It is day by day, one step at a time. It may not mean two bathrooms, but just some space, some privacy, some area to be alone. ...Unlike the wedding event, that takes place in a day, marriage is a long process that goes on at some level every day for the rest of your life....We have to learn how to live together... I thought I loved you, Ossie, when we got married, but as I see now, I was only in the kindergarten of the proposition. To arrive at love is like working on a double doctorate in the subject of Life." Source: joint biography, pages 430-431

Ruby: "It takes a long time to really be married. One marries many times at many levels within that marriage. If you have more marriages than you have divorces within the marriage, you're lucky and you stick it out." Source: First UU Church of Wausau

Ruby: "A trustworthy marriage has weathered temptation and anger and jealousy, resentment, self-righteousness and a little bit of selfishness. When you get over and get through that, then maybe you can see the light to love." Source: Ossie and Ruby: Is This the Love Affair of the Century? Ebony, 2/99


I love all of this. Wow, that's too powerful for words. tfro
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Originally posted by Fagunwa:
During the first couple of years of our marriage money was very scarce. I was in grad school and driving a cab in New York. My wife was in school and working in a day care center. We would meet up for dinner and well you know. One night I came home and the lights were off, candles lit, dinner on the floor. Wifey said she wanted a romantic dinner, no TV, no radio just our own sounds. Found out years later the electricity was cut off and she didn't want me to worry.

My mother is the proudest person I know. I needed several thousand dollars one year and I called her. She sent it two days later, turns out she sold the only piece of jewelry her mother was able to give her. She'd had it for thirty years. Took me 5 years to find the person and get it back.


Awesome stories!
My favorite things about Black women? Where do I begin?

First: I LOVE THE WAY OUR WOMEN LOOK! I love how Black women look physically. Just something about brown skin just.......*shuddering*. Mmm! Mmm-mm-mmm. *shakes head* Forgive me for slobbering. tongue I love the way our women look: their hair, their eyes (there is just something about how Black women's eyes are shaped); their lips, their cheeks, the whole nine yards. I love the skin of our women from mellow-yellow light to mahogany and ebony black!


Second: I love the voices of our women. No other woman on earth can pull off a Black woman's voice. There is just so much earthiness and soul in the voices of our women (I love Alicia Keyes' voice, it makes me melt).


Third: Hmm...I love the intellect and sense of humor of our women. Black people have some of the best philosophical insights (and I really love the "working class/po' wisdom" of our people), and I love the humor of Black women.


*melting*

eyes eyes


BTW - ONCE AND FOR ALL, I'M A BROTHER, NOT A SISTA.
I love it when a black woman cooks to express her love & care for me. Especially those down south black women. These Sistas KNOW how to cook up on some food. And you can't get restaurant food that's as good or mo better....

Every time I go home my mom cooks up my favorite dish as only she an make it. And then I know I'm loved....

Come on you fellas, SURELY you can think up one new positive thought per week? Wink
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I love it when a black woman cooks to express her love & care for me.


*faints* I love you! When I first got here, I initiated a discussion about why men get uncomfortable with a woman cooking for them. I really didn't think men enjoyed this anymore. bow


I don't know any guys like that. There are few things better than a women who expresses her love for a man through her cooking. Ahhh... Smile
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Originally posted by AudioGuy:
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Empty P., I just noticed the "Nigger" Innis in your sig....

Sad... very sad...


LOL, remember that? That's not a joke, that really happened.

How fitting too, a Black Republican Strategist.......how sad.....helping people plan ways to hold his people down......


I just noticed it too. I didn't know it was for real though!
I don't know if I find ithorrible or if I find it appropriate.

This is a wonderful thread!
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Originally posted by Frenchy:
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I love it when a black woman cooks to express her love & care for me.


*faints* I love you! When I first got here, I initiated a discussion about why men get uncomfortable with a woman cooking for them. I really didn't think men enjoyed this anymore. bow


I love it too when women cook for me, but alot of times I'm afraid to admit it. I get scared of being viewed as a "sexist" for saying that.
I was blessed with 3 mothers – my mother and my two sisters. My oldest sister use to carry me around with her like I was her baby. Unfortunately, my fond memories are few due to the fact that my mother worked, and my sisters are much older and weren't around a lot when I was growing up. I only saw my mother's mother once a year if that.

But the thing I love the most and admire the most is the strength of black women. I've watched my mother, sisters, and many other women for that matter, deal with a lot of heartache and general bullshit in their lives.

And there is no denying that it takes a strong woman to live as a slave. To take care of someone else's brats, care for your own, only to have them taken away and sold, to be raped AND have to carry and care for the child conceived from it. What kind of strength the modern women of Africa must have? To live in the midst of war and watch your children slowly starve or die from some simple and easily curable disease. To be raped and abused by soldiers.

Then there is their beauty. They come in all shapes, sizes and hues - from the blue black to high yellow. There hips, thighs, lips and eyes. Those silky voices...especially when they say the words I love you.

So it's easy to understand why I married such a strong willed, dark skinned woman. The inscription she put in my wedding band reads "To my Pill sweetner".

She's a pill but I love her...
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I love Lauryn Hill! This sista is brilliant, talented, and beautiful. And a few years ago one of her songs really made a difference in my life. I had just turned 30 - which for some reason was traumatic - and I had broken up with a girlfriend. Then I learned that my unmarried sister was having a baby. And for some reason this last piece of news hit me the hardest. I fell into a funk. It was Lauryn Hill's song To Zion that made me realize something very good could come out of the situation. I listened to this song over and over. And that feeling I had was right. Something great did come out of it. I love my nephew as if he were my own child. I'm closer to my sister than I've ever been. And I'm extremely proud of her for being the survivor that she is.
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Originally posted by HonestBrother:
I love Lauryn Hill! This sista is brilliant, talented, and beautiful. And a few years ago one of her songs really made a difference in my life. I had just turned 30 - which for some reason was traumatic - and I had broken up with a girlfriend. Then I learned that my unmarried sister was having a baby. And for some reason this last piece of news hit me the hardest. I fell into a funk. It was Lauryn Hill's song To Zion that made me realize something very good could come out of the situation. I listened to this song over and over. And that feeling I had was right. Something great did come out of it. I love my nephew as if he were my own child. I'm closer to my sister than I've ever been. And I'm extremely proud of her for being the survivor that she is.



Awesome story, dude! appl tfro.

I too love Lauryn Hill...her Miseducation CD was the shit and a rare one in these times!
I was at an open mike night recently. As someone sang a song the sista in front of me started to move to the melody where she sat. And then I thought about HOW MUCH I love the way black women move to music. Her arms were raised keeping the beat, fingers snapping, and her head bobbed, shoulders rolling, fluidly swaying with her body from side to side. Here and there she waved an outstretched hand silently testifying. All the while beaming with her smile. So much unconscious expressive joy being communicated through this woman's body. Sexy but completely innocent. That's what we call Soul. Sistas have SOUL.
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Her arms were raised keeping the beat, fingers snapping, and her head bobbed, shoulders rolling, fluidly swaying with her body from side to side. Here and there she waved an outstretched hand silently testifying. All the while beaming with her smile. So much unconscious expressive joy being communicated through this woman's body. Sexy but completely innocent. That's what we call Soul. Sistas have SOUL.




From your words above.... you seem very attentive... a rare trait in a brother... one that poet's, writer's and seer's possess....

Nice....


Peace,
Virtue
I love Coretta Scott King who was forever beautiful, gracious, and just as visionary as her famous husband:


Martin Luther King, who was studying for his doctorate in theology at Boston University, had told a mutual friend he was looking for a wife. The friend gave him Coretta Scott's phone number but when he came calling she was not impressed.

"I saw this green car coming up the street and this short man," she said in an interview. "He leaned over to open the door, and when I got in the car I saw this very young looking man. I thought, 'Oh my God, I expected to see a man but this is a boy."'

When he began to speak, however, she changed her mind.

She never had any doubt that King was going to battle the status quo. "Even at the time we were courting," she said, "Martin was deeply concerned -- and indignant -- with the plight of the Negro in the United States."

They were married at her parents' home on June 18, 1953, and had four children: Yolanda Denise, born in 1955; Martin Luther III, born in 1957; Dexter Scott, born in 1961; and Bernice Albertine, born in 1963.

In 1956 they moved to Montgomery, Alabama, where the 26-year-old minister became active in civil rights, including the boycott of the Montgomery bus system.

Bishop Long said she "understood what she was getting into" when she married Martin Luther King.

"She said a statement that burned in the heart of my wife and myself, she said when she married Martin, she did not marry a man, she married a vision," he said.

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"I certainly appreciate your concern, and I would appreciate anything that you can do to help."

That was the dignified but worried request for help that Coretta Scott King made in a phone conversation with Democratic presidential candidate John F. Kennedy.

There was good reason for her plea for help. In early 1959, her husband, Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr., was sentenced to four months of hard labor at Georgia's notorious Reidsville State Prison, after being arrested on a trumped-up traffic warrant, as well as probation violation. (The latter charge stemmed from King's earlier arrest at a sit-in demonstration.) Coretta was deeply pained that King might not make it out of Reidsville alive.

There had been rumors and threats of foul play against him. During the tense days of King's imprisonment, Coretta frantically worked the phones trying to get any help she could for King's release.

At the time, Kennedy was locked in a tight White House race with Republican Vice President Richard Nixon. Kennedy made the call partly out of sincere concern for King, and partly with an eye on the black vote. Coretta's efforts paid off for King; also for Kennedy, who sunk Nixon.

The Democrats turned the call into a giant public relations coup. Kennedy's action was credited with tipping large numbers of blacks toward the Democrats. Nixon -- the early odds on the favorite to win the presidency -- lost by a narrow margin.

King was soon released unharmed, and the civil rights movement gained greater steam and vigor in the next couple of years. Coretta's dogged determination to save her husband energized the civil rights fight and changed the course of a presidential election, as well as race relations in America.

It was fitting that Kennedy's life-affirming and politically profound phone call was made to Coretta. In December 1955, she and King anxiously kept watch at the front window of their home in Montgomery, Alabama to make sure that there were no black riders on the buses. She stood, walked and cheered arm in arm with him at countless civil rights marches, demonstrations and rallies. She endured King's long absences and the gossipy rumors of his infidelities, and kept the family and the marriage together. That meant great personal sacrifice. For years, the King family lived in what could charitably be described as a ramshackle house. As his family grew in size, friends and family members begged him to move to a larger house. King resisted.

An exasperated Coretta fired back at King's critics that her husband "felt that it was inconsistent with his philosophy" to own property. Eventually King gave in and paid the grand sum of $10,000 for a bigger home. But he continued to complain that the house was "too big" and "elegant."

Though King critics delighted in taking took pot shots at him for his shun of personal wealth and the ownership of private property, Coretta's greatest concern remained in fulfilling King's dream, and that did not include fattening their bank account........
Meditation on Beauty and the Black Woman
(A Work in Progress)

I know what this world says beauty is - as do we all.
But we who know just laugh: to this we will never be in thrall.
We know that beauty dwells both close to home and in far rarer places-
And that deep lovers need much skill before they can savor her embraces...
Beauty is shallow and skin deep but also deep as blood and bone...

When I close my eyes and lose all sense of space and time
So that I feel only the heat and strong pull of my blood,
Within this reverie, deepest of my deep down dreams,
The desire unfurls, sweetest in this world, for a brown skinned girl:
Her lips full, almond-eyed, my sistah, full of soul, and full round curves:
She and only she can ever be beauty-full for me....
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Originally posted by Fagunwa:
Wifey said she wanted a romantic dinner, no TV, no radio just our own sounds. Found out years later the electricity was cut off and she didn't want me to worry.


I just want to say, that is BEAUTIFUL!

This, IMHO, symbolizes the LOVE you can only receive from a black woman. SHE, connects with the feelings of a black man. SHE identifies with, and embraces HIS struggle, just to be closer to her man.

You can't put your arms around me, kiss me, tell me you love me, and not embrace my passion, and my struggle. A black woman sincerely and fully embraces you, and loves you like no other woman on the planet... their aint nuthin' like her!!!
AMELLOWROMANCE

(jus' a lil bit)


You're rich in beauty
And that's SO evident
Your radiant essence
Exquisite in EVERY inch
Your enchanting body
With those heavenly thighs
The perfect size
Extravagant eyes keep me hypnotized
I'm captivated by
Carefree skills that give me chills
As you caress me freely,
Giving expression to my obsession
Unafraid to explore
It's YOU that I implore
Want more, live for
and feverishly adore
Who is this black mother nature
That nurtures me and controls my core?
......

I'll stop there(it's kinda long), that's just a small dedication to my sistahs
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Originally posted by HonestBrother:
Meditation on Beauty and the Black Woman
(A Work in Progress)

I know what this world says beauty is - as do we all.
But we who know just laugh: to this we will never be in thrall.
We know that beauty dwells both close to home and in far rarer places-
And that deep lovers need much skill before they can savor her embraces...
Beauty is shallow and skin deep but also deep as blood and bone...

When I close my eyes and lose all sense of space and time
So that I feel only the heat and strong pull of my blood,
Within this reverie, deepest of my deep down dreams,
The desire unfurls, sweetest in this world, for a brown skinned girl:
Her lips full, my sistah, full of SOUL, and full round curves:
She and only she can ever be beauty-full for me....


This is nice!
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Originally posted by folobatuyi:
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Originally posted by HonestBrother:
Meditation on Beauty and the Black Woman
(A Work in Progress)

I know what this world says beauty is - as do we all.
But we who know just laugh: to this we will never be in thrall.
We know that beauty dwells both close to home and in far rarer places-
And that deep lovers need much skill before they can savor her embraces...
Beauty is shallow and skin deep but also deep as blood and bone...

When I close my eyes and lose all sense of space and time
So that I feel only the heat and strong pull of my blood,
Within this reverie, deepest of my deep down dreams,
The desire unfurls, sweetest in this world, for a brown skinned girl:
Her lips full, almond-eyed, my sistah, full of soul, and full round curves:
She and only she can ever be beauty-full for me....


This is nice!


I'm glad you like my poor attempt at poetry. I haven't written in awhile. And I was in the mood to try my hand at writing one. Smile
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Because Mother's day just past i was thinking of this and happened upon this thread.

I love God for blessing me with black women. I really do. I think of my mother and i hope this post is suited to this topic.

My mother was the most loving person i've ever known on this earth. I was only blessed with her prescene for 22years. In that time i learned and was taught what a loving woman was all about.

She loved our family like no other i have ever seen. Literally held together both sides, took care of her own mother, great grandmother, a woman from a nursing home by putting her in her own condo,taking a student that was about to be homeless and got her a place, bought her mother a car as a gift and battled terminal cancer all the way.

She was very compassionate and had empathy for everyone. She went out of her way to help anyone she could. She taught me how to be humble, and how what not to become.

See, i had a wonderful example of how to love another human being. She, my mother, was my learning example of how to love others. She received her Masters of Nursing while all of the above was going on. Took care of my father while he was on dialysis with full kidney failure. She was a woman that i know was special to God ...and to all of us.

I think of her and marveled at the depths of her loving heart and soul. She always had time for you, no matter who you were and had a level of patience and peace that most never knew existed.

My mother is gone from this earth but always remains in my heart. She holds a special place dear to me because of the example she gave and there is hardly a time that goes by that i don't think of her.

So special, so wonderfuly valuable to this earth and the ripple effects of her love touched thousands. Those thousands were at her funeral. They even dedicated a scholarship to her name and memory. She just went out of her way to help others.

Thank you my black mother, for instilling such a wonderful love in me. May i be worthy of passing that on to my son, and maybe one day a black woman to show her that real unconditional love still does exist.

Peace all and I love ya mom and i miss you always.

Your well taught pupil. Smile

CLL
Originally posted by HonestBrother:
Meditation on Beauty and the Black Woman
(A Work in Progress)

I know what this world says beauty is - as do we all.
But we who know just laugh: to this we will never be in thrall.
We know that beauty dwells both close to home and in far rarer places-
And that deep lovers need much skill before they can savor her embraces...
Beauty is shallow and skin deep but also deep as blood and bone...

When I close my eyes and lose all sense of space and time
So that I feel only the heat and strong pull of my blood,
Within this reverie, deepest of my deep down dreams,
The desire unfurls, sweetest in this world, for a brown skinned girl:
Her lips full, my sistah, full of SOUL, and full round curves:
She and only she can ever be beauty-full for me....

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Wow, this is simply BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

{sniff}

Very very b e a u t i f u l l y stated, HB, and touching.
[QUOTE]Originally posted by Fabulous:
Originally posted by HonestBrother:
Meditation on Beauty and the Black Woman
(A Work in Progress)

I know what this world says beauty is - as do we all.
But we who know just laugh: to this we will never be in thrall.
We know that beauty dwells both close to home and in far rarer places-
And that deep lovers need much skill before they can savor her embraces...
Beauty is shallow and skin deep but also deep as blood and bone...

When I close my eyes and lose all sense of space and time
So that I feel only the heat and strong pull of my blood,
Within this reverie, deepest of my deep down dreams,
The desire unfurls, sweetest in this world, for a brown skinned girl:
Her lips full, my sistah, full of SOUL, and full round curves:
She and only she can ever be beauty-full for me....

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Wow, this is simply BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

{sniff}

Very very b e a u t i f u l l y stated, HB, and touching.

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Why thank you kindly, Fab ... kiss

I'm pleased that you found it pleasing Smile
Originally posted by HonestBrother:
Originally posted by Fabulous:
Originally posted by HonestBrother:

Meditation on Beauty and the Black Woman
(A Work in Progress)

I know what this world says beauty is - as do we all.
But we who know just laugh: to this we will never be in thrall.
We know that beauty dwells both close to home and in far rarer places-
And that deep lovers need much skill before they can savor her embraces...
Beauty is shallow and skin deep but also deep as blood and bone...

When I close my eyes and lose all sense of space and time
So that I feel only the heat and strong pull of my blood,
Within this reverie, deepest of my deep down dreams,
The desire unfurls, sweetest in this world, for a brown skinned girl:
Her lips full, my sistah, full of SOUL, and full round curves:
She and only she can ever be beauty-full for me....

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Wow, this is simply BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

{sniff}

Very very b e a u t i f u l l y stated, HB, and touching.

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Why thank you kindly, Fab ... kiss

I'm pleased that you found it pleasing Smile

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Awwww. . .you're very welcome, HB . . . kiss

Honestly, I had to read it twice because it made my heart skip a beat--But don't tell anybody, K?

I actually had to go back to pen-point what part of the poem caused such a reaction. LOL.

Dang, good job!! No, no. EXCELLENT!!!!! appl
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Originally posted by Fabulous:
Honestly, I had to read it twice because it made my heart skip a beat--But don't tell anybody, K?

I actually had to go back to pen-point what part of the poem caused such a reaction. LOL.



Well? Smile Inquiring minds wanna know... I won't tell anybody... just whisper into my ear

{ HB leaning forward and cupping his left ear}
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Originally posted by LovNThySoul:
Because Mother's day just past i was thinking of this and happened upon this thread.

I love God for blessing me with black women. I really do. I think of my mother and i hope this post is suited to this topic.

My mother was the most loving person i've ever known on this earth. I was only blessed with her prescene for 22years. In that time i learned and was taught what a loving woman was all about.

She loved our family like no other i have ever seen. Literally held together both sides, took care of her own mother, great grandmother, a woman from a nursing home by putting her in her own condo,taking a student that was about to be homeless and got her a place, bought her mother a car as a gift and battled terminal cancer all the way.

She was very compassionate and had empathy for everyone. She went out of her way to help anyone she could. She taught me how to be humble, and how what not to become.

See, i had a wonderful example of how to love another human being. She, my mother, was my learning example of how to love others. She received her Masters of Nursing while all of the above was going on. Took care of my father while he was on dialysis with full kidney failure. She was a woman that i know was special to God ...and to all of us.

I think of her and marveled at the depths of her loving heart and soul. She always had time for you, no matter who you were and had a level of patience and peace that most never knew existed.

My mother is gone from this earth but always remains in my heart. She holds a special place dear to me because of the example she gave and there is hardly a time that goes by that i don't think of her.

So special, so wonderfuly valuable to this earth and the ripple effects of her love touched thousands. Those thousands were at her funeral. They even dedicated a scholarship to her name and memory. She just went out of her way to help others.

Thank you my black mother, for instilling such a wonderful love in me. May i be worthy of passing that on to my son, and maybe one day a black woman to show her that real unconditional love still does exist.

Peace all and I love ya mom and i miss you always.

Your well taught pupil. Smile

CLL



Your post is VERY suited to the topic... thank you for sharing it Smile
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Originally posted by HonestBrother:
I love Ruby Dee. Her talent and longevity. Her dignified beauty. Her eyes. And last but not least her lifelong devotion to Ossie Davis.

Ruby: "How to ride the rough waves in a relation long enough for the waters to get calm? When does it sink in that overcoming difficult times gets easier with practice? How do you drag some of the good feelings, good times vibrations into the stormy places? To love someone long and deep is a "consummation devoutly to be wished"!... It is day by day, one step at a time. It may not mean two bathrooms, but just some space, some privacy, some area to be alone. ...Unlike the wedding event, that takes place in a day, marriage is a long process that goes on at some level every day for the rest of your life....We have to learn how to live together... I thought I loved you, Ossie, when we got married, but as I see now, I was only in the kindergarten of the proposition. To arrive at love is like working on a double doctorate in the subject of Life." Source: joint biography, pages 430-431

Ruby: "It takes a long time to really be married. One marries many times at many levels within that marriage. If you have more marriages than you have divorces within the marriage, you're lucky and you stick it out." Source: First UU Church of Wausau

Ruby: "A trustworthy marriage has weathered temptation and anger and jealousy, resentment, self-righteousness and a little bit of selfishness. When you get over and get through that, then maybe you can see the light to love." Source: Ossie and Ruby: Is This the Love Affair of the Century? Ebony, 2/99







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Originally posted by HonestBrother:
Meditation on Beauty and the Black Woman
(A Work in Progress)

I know what this world says beauty is - as do we all.
But we who know just laugh: to this we will never be in thrall.
We know that beauty dwells both close to home and in far rarer places-
And that deep lovers need much skill before they can savor her embraces...
Beauty is shallow and skin deep but also deep as blood and bone...

When I close my eyes and lose all sense of space and time
So that I feel only the heat and strong pull of my blood,
Within this reverie, deepest of my deep down dreams,
The desire unfurls, sweetest in this world, for a brown skinned girl:
Her lips full, almond-eyed, my sistah, full of soul, and full round curves:
She and only she can ever be beauty-full for me....


HBro,

I'm moved beyond words. ohsnap
Where are all those fellas who are so doooown with the sistas but who can't seem to find at least one new nice thing to say about them every week? Smile



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Originally posted by HonestBrother:
Why We Love Black Women

Ok, Fellas here's your chance. On this thread we'll only be sending love.

QUESTION IDEAS: What are your favorite memories of loving a black woman? What sorts of things do you love about black women? If you're single, why do you still hold out hope of meeting the right Sista? If you've already met the right Sista what do you love about her?

GROUND RULES:

(1) No dissin', hatin', or negativity.

(2) You are allowed to praise the physical BUT if the person just before you has praised the physical you MUST praise something else (mental, spiritual, etc.).

(3) You are allowed multiple posts. In fact, you're encouraged to post often. This thread should always be in play. You might want to tell us one thing per week for example. But try not to hog.

If you break the rules then the moderator of this thread will apply spank

I love black women because of my mother.

She didn't graduate from high school... she didn't come from wealth or privilege... but she is the sanest mother I know... and has more sense than any other mother I know...

After being out in the world and meeting all sorts of people from all walks of life and from all over the globe and seeing their mothers and how they relate to them... I can truly say my mother is the best... She comes out ahead of white mothers, yellow mothers, rich mothers, brown mothers, highly 'educated' mothers... the whole lot ... She is simply the best.
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"We don't know our names. And your name is where your ancestors are. And your ancestors are where your gods are. We were stripped of everything we needed to live here, And nothing has changed. Because we live without our ancestors.

Where are the African gods?
Did they leave us on our journey over here?
Where are the African gods?
Will we know them when they suddenly appear?
The ones dismissed with "voodoo"... "rock n' roll" ... and "all that jazz"?
And "jumbo" ... "mumbo jumbo" ... "razzmatazz" ...?
Where're the African gods who'll save us from this misery and shame?
Where are the African gods?
Will we find them while we pray in Jesus' name?
Where are the African gods that live and set us free?
We are the African gods ... you know? .... We are! ... You and me."

-Abbey Lincoln
One of my favorite memories of loving a black woman.

She was brilliant. A grad student in philosophy. We could start talking at 10 in the evening ... and not stop until 6 in the morning. And she was beautiful. Small and petite. Model looks. And beautiful natural African hairstyle. One minute she could listen to classical Arab music. The next minute she could break down Jay-Z. Together we could do Indian food, sushi, or soulfood. Very eclectic - just like me. But she was a sistah through and through. It felt so good to go out on the town with her on my arm. I felt like I was escorting an African princess. Her protector. We weren't together for very long. But I was head over heels. eyes
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Originally posted by HonestBrother:
One of my favorite memories of loving a black woman.

She was brilliant. A grad student in philosophy. We could start talking at 10 in the evening ... and not stop until 6 in the morning. And she was beautiful. Small and petite. Model looks. And beautiful natural African hairstyle. One minute she could listen to classical Arab music. The next minute she could break down Jay-Z. Together we could do Indian food, sushi, or soulfood. Very eclectic - just like me. But she was a sistah through and through. It felt so good to go out on the town with her on my arm. I felt like I was escorting an African princess. Her protector. We weren't together for very long. But I was head over heels. eyes


Would I be prying if I asked why you weren't together long?
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Originally posted by The one and only ME:
quote:
Originally posted by HonestBrother:
One of my favorite memories of loving a black woman.

She was brilliant. A grad student in philosophy. We could start talking at 10 in the evening ... and not stop until 6 in the morning. And she was beautiful. Small and petite. Model looks. And beautiful natural African hairstyle. One minute she could listen to classical Arab music. The next minute she could break down Jay-Z. Together we could do Indian food, sushi, or soulfood. Very eclectic - just like me. But she was a sistah through and through. It felt so good to go out on the town with her on my arm. I felt like I was escorting an African princess. Her protector. We weren't together for very long. But I was head over heels. eyes


Would I be prying if I asked why you weren't together long?



I really don't care to discuss it Frown ... No negativity on thread remember?
quote:
Originally posted by HonestBrother:
One of my favorite memories of loving a black woman.

She was brilliant. A grad student in philosophy. We could start talking at 10 in the evening ... and not stop until 6 in the morning. And she was beautiful. Small and petite. Model looks. And beautiful natural African hairstyle. One minute she could listen to classical Arab music. The next minute she could break down Jay-Z. Together we could do Indian food, sushi, or soulfood. Very eclectic - just like me. But she was a sistah through and through. It felt so good to go out on the town with her on my arm. I felt like I was escorting an African princess. Her protector. We weren't together for very long. But I was head over heels. eyes


I see why you were head overheal with her
What is there not to love?

Every experience with Black women, good and bad, has helped me to grow into the man that I am and continue to grow into.

From the love and care I received from my mother and two older sisters, to the happiness and heartache in few short and long term relationships, to the friendship and wisdom shared by my female friends.

I love them in all ages, shapes, sizes, and skin tones. I love them sophisticated and ghetto.

So it is hard to choose just one moment or instance in my past as the most memorable.

But I think the most life changing moments would be the time I learn that beauty came in all skin tones.

I was laying next to one of my short term lovers one night and noticed how dark her completion was compared to mines. My brain said, "She's really dark", and I said, "So".
"But you have never really been "into" dark skin women. You have always obsessed on light skin women, ever since you were young", my brain continued.

It was then that I realized that I had been brainwashed by the constant images we are exposed to in this society that seems to say that "light, bright, and damn near white" is the preference for a man to want in a woman. Fortunately, I now can see the beauty in all the various skin tones, hair textures, butt sizes etc.
Big Grin
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Originally posted by MidLifeMan:
What is there not to love?

Every experience with Black women, good and bad, has helped me to grow into the man that I am and continue to grow into.

From the love and care I received from my mother and two older sisters, to the happiness and heartache in few short and long term relationships, to the friendship and wisdom shared by my female friends.

I love them in all ages, shapes, sizes, and skin tones. I love them sophisticated and ghetto.

So it is hard to choose just one moment or instance in my past as the most memorable.

But I think the most life changing moments would be the time I learn that beauty came in all skin tones.

I was laying next to one of my short term lovers one night and noticed how dark her completion was compared to mines. My brain said, "She's really dark", and I said, "So".
"But you have never really been "into" dark skin women. You have always obsessed on light skin women, ever since you were young", my brain continued.

It was then that I realized that I had been brainwashed by the constant images we are exposed to in this society that seems to say that "light, bright, and damn near white" is the preference for a man to want in a woman. Fortunately, I now can see the beauty in all the various skin tones, hair textures, butt sizes etc.
Big Grin


That was like music to my ears. music
I refuse to let this thread slip. In 2007, I respect what the original poster was trying to accomplish even more. With that said:

Harlem Sweeties
by Langston Hughes



Have you dug the spill
Of Sugar Hill?
Cast your gims
On this sepia thrill:
Brown sugar lassie,
Caramel treat,
Honey-gold baby
Sweet enough to eat.
Peach-skinned girlie,
Coffee and cream,
Chocolate darling
Out of a dream.
Walnut tinted
Or cocoa brown,
Pomegranate-lipped
Pride of the town.
Rich cream-colored
To plum-tinted black,
Feminine sweetness
In Harlem's no lack.
Glow of the quince
To blush of the rose.
Persimmon bronze
To cinnamon toes.
Blackberry cordial,
Virginia Dare wine"”
All those sweet colors
Flavor Harlem of mine!
Walnut or cocoa,
Let me repeat:
Caramel, brown sugar,
A chocolate treat.
Molasses taffy,
Coffee and cream,
Licorice, clove, cinnamon
To a honey-brown dream.
Ginger, wine-gold,
Persimmon, blackberry,
All through the spectrum
Harlem girls vary"”
So if you want to know beauty's
Rainbow-sweet thrill,
Stroll down luscious,
Delicious, fine Sugar Hill.
I'LL ALWAYS LOVE MY MAMA
(Kenneth Gamble / Leon Huff / Gene McFadden /
John Whitehead / Victor Carstarphen)

The Intruders - 1973



I'll always love my mama
She's my favourite girl
I'll always love my mama
She brought me in this world

Sometimes I feel so bad
When I think of all the things I used to do
How mama used to clean somebody else's house
Just to buy me a new pair of shoes

I never understood how mama
Made it through the week
When she never ever got
A good night's sleep

(Talking 'bout mama)
Oh, she's one of a kind
(Talking 'bout mama)
You got yours, and I got mine
(Talking 'bout mama)
Ah, Hey mama
Hey mama
My heart belongs to you
Oh, yeah

I'll always love my mama
She's my favourite girl
You only get one
You only get one, yeah
I'll always love my mama
She brought me in this world

Hmm, A mother's love's so special
It's something that you can't describe
It's the kind of love that stays with you
Until the day you die
She taught me little things
Like saying hello, and thank you, please
While scrubbing those floors on her bended knees

(Talking 'bout mama)
Oh, she's one of a kind
(Talking 'bout mama)
You got yours, and I got mine
(Talking 'bout mama)
Hey mama,
Hey mama,
My heart belongs to you
Oh, yeah

I'll always love my mama, yeah
She's my favourite girl
You only get one
You only get one, yeah
I'll always love my mama
She brought me in this world

...
Brown Skin Lady

Black Star



[mos def]
Be like yo, let me ask you somethin
I wanna know, I wanna know who you are

*mos def singing*
[mos] brown skin lady, hey hey
[talib] yes
[mos] where you goin
[talib] this goes to the brown skin ladies
[mos] brown skin lady
[talib] yo, indigineous women of the planet earth
[mos] what you doin?
[talib] givin birth to the brown skin ladies first
[mos] brown skin lady
[talib] for what it's worth, from me to you
[mos] how do you feel?
[talib] from me to you, watchin you
I like the, I like the, I like the, I like the
Way you walk, yes, I live the way you move
[mos] I like the way you walk, when you walk on by
I like the way you move, I like the way you move
[talib] I like the, I like the, I like the, I like the
Way you walk, please, wont you do that dance
[mos] I like the way you walk, when you walk on by
I like the way you move, I like you baby

[together]
And everybody on the avenue, I know, when they see us sing
Everybody on the avenue, I know, when they see us sing, there she is

[talib]
Fresher than tony rebels vestibules at African street festivals
My incredible women is, plentiful
Over the years I met a few, none of them compare to you
Preparin you to make food bearable, somethin terrible, lets see:
You fruitful, beautiful, smart, lovable, huggable
Doable like art, suitable to be part
Of my life, coppertone, oh you copyright infringement
Pay you bidness ten cents, way back in the day
Its like I'm standin there you know appreciatin God's design
And then you showed up, it's like you read my mind
Damn she's fine, I think I add the r-e, in front of that
And see if she'd like to get with a cat like me

[talib] I like the, I like the, I like the, I like the
Way you walk, yes, I live the way you move
[mos] I like the way you walk, when you walk on by
I like the way you move, I like the way you move
[talib] I like the, I like the, I like the, I like the
Way you walk, please, won't you do that dance?
[mos] I like the way you walk, when you walk on by
I like the way you move, I like you baby

[together]
And everybody on the avenue, I know, when they see us sing
Everybody on the avenue, I know, when they see us sing, there she is

[mos def]
Ooooh! daring me girl, look at you!
Comin on the block lookin fresh and brand new
Ooooh! headwrap cover your hairdo
Pretty feet peekin through open-toed shoe
Ooooh! no limit to what I would do
Make love to you like long interview
Whooh! is she for real, me like you
Good look champion, win the title
True, many man try invite you
Shot down lyric each time they cyph you
Jewel, what man you get all insides you
Feet they walk way and just that sheik posture
Ooooh! cant be a next one like you
Famous like tapes made by DJ Clue
I tighten up my game as I approach you
Yo check her she the nectar the bee get close to

...

[talib]
I don't get many compliments, but I am confident
Used to have a complex about, gettin too complex
You got me, willin to try, looked me in the eye
My head is still in the sky, since you walked on by
I'm feelin high, got my imagination flickerin like hot flames
It's how it seems, you make me wanna ride the Coltrane to a love supreme
My brown lady, creates environments, for
Happy brown babies, I know it sounds crazy
But your skin's the inspiration for cocoa butter
You provoke a brother we should get to know one another
I discover when I bring you through my people say true, all I can say
Is all praise due I thank you God for a beauty like you

*mos def singing*
[mos] brown skin lady
[talib] yes
[mos] where you goin?
[talib] this goes to the brown skin ladies
[mos] brown skin lady
[talib] on the planet earth today, yes
[mos] what you doin?
[mos] brown skin lady
[mos] how do you feel?

[talib] I like the, I like the, I like the, I like the
Way you walk, yes, I live the way you move
[mos] I like the way you walk, when you walk on by
I like the way you move, I like the way you move
[talib] I like the, I like the, I like the, I like the
Way you walk, yes, please do that dance
[mos] I like the way you walk, when you walk on by
I like the way you move, I like you baby

[together]
And everybody on the avenue, I know, when they see us sing
Everybody on the avenue, I know, when they see us sing, there she is

[mos] there she is, she's a brown skinned lady
Such a brown skinned lady
She's a brown skinned lady
She's a brown skinned lady
She's a brown skinned lady
She's a brown skinned lady

[talib]
You know what some people put themselves through
To look just like you?
Dark stocking, high heels, lipstick, alla that
You know what?
Without makeup you're beautiful
Whatcha you need to paint the next face for
We're not dealin with the European standard of beauty tonight
Turn off the tv and put the magazine away
In the mirror tell me what you see
See the evidence of divine presence
Women of the, Carribean, they got the, golden sun
I know women on the continent got it
Nigeria, and Ghana, you know they got it
Tanzania, Namibia and Mozambique
And Bothswana, to let it speak
About Latinas, Columbianas
...
Tallenas, of course the Brooklyn women walk that walk
And the Bronx women walk that walk
Honies from Queens walk that walk, NYC, ATL, LA
Cincinatti, the bay area...
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