Are We There Yet?

 My beautiful Nubian Princess.

Radiating blackness like coal freshly mined from
the depths of the earth and brought out on a bright
sunny day.

The light reflecting from your black skin is all
I need to keep me emotionally nourished when facing
the disappointments of our time.

Your supple breasts inspire me like the twin pitons
sitting atop the mountainous region of the paradise
St. Lucia nestled deep within the regions of the Eastern Caribbean.

Feed me because you want to. Thanking me for not
succumbing to the mis-education thrown my way by all
facets of society who said light skinned and slender
is what you must honor.

Your broad hips and enticing ass feeds my soul each
time I see you walk in front of me. Yes, you lead my
spirit to invigorate my soul enabling me to be the
provider I was meant to be.

Gone are the days of true African origins being
suppressed to make way for the grafted European-assimilation
of ourselves they created.

Blackness is the most powerful instrument that exists
on this earth. Out of the black comes every other color imaginable. Don't hate.

Rule sisters. We will take our place next to you in
all of our splendor and glory like we were meant to do.
Embrace who you are in your natural state. Hair like wool,
skin smooth and dark, teeth pearly white. Nothing on this
earth can be more seductive.

Rewind and make it happen. Live strong in your blackness
and rule. That is who your ancestors were. Learn it
and know it. Nubian princess of mine. Love is there for
you if you accept it.

Peace Always, your King!

By Lancelot