DEAR WHITE WOMAN...

NO DISRESPECT INTENDED, IT'S NOT MY STYLE...BUT YOU CALL YOURSELF A QUEEN, A TITLE OF MY NILE. YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL AND YOU'VE COME A LONG WAYS...BUT YOU DRAW LITTLE COMPARSION TO MY BLACK WOMAN OF TODAY. PALE SKIN, BLONDE HAIR, BLUE EYES...YOUR MAN, A MASTER OF DECEIT AND LIES. NO, I DON'T WANT YOU...YOUR HISTORY YEILDS TO THE TRUTH. YOU KNOW NOTHING OF MY TRIAL AND STRIFE...AND EVIDENTLY, VERY LITTLE ABOUT LIFE. MY LIPS WILL NEVER TASTE YOUR BITTERNESS AND YOU'LL NEVER CARRY MY SEED...MY SOUL SEARCHES FOR THE BLACKNESS I LOVE AND THE BLACKNESS THAT LOVES ME.