Sexiest Women Alive(Dedicated to the Conscious Sistas)

Love me for My Mind..

Like any man I love a beautiful woman.  Some men notice the body of a woman first.  Some men notice the lovely face.  But over the years I have met beautiful black women at the bookstore,grocery store,concerts,festivals,schools,movie theaters and malls.  Sometime I would meet black women that had an amazing body and a gorgeous face.  But after getting to know them I found out they had a ghetto mentality. I used to know a black female coworker that was very  attractive. Then I saw  her white husband pick her up from work one day.  Another coworker told me that she can’t stand black men and worships white men.  Needless to say,I was immediately turned off!  Her attractiveness quickly disappeared.  So you can’t judge a woman just on being beautiful.  But I’ve also ran into black women who sport their natural hair and wearing Afrocentric clothing and beads.  And see them with their white boyfriends! What the hell is that??  That’s a totally contradiction in my mind. There are also black men who claim to be Afrocentric that date white women too.  This is a very backwards mentality.  I don’t see the point of being so-called conscious or “woke”  but still dating white people.  Obviously they aren’t “woke” enough.  I will admit that I do love seeing black women in head wraps and Afrocentric clothing.  Sometimes  conscious sistas are made fun of in the black community. They are sometimes seen as a women who drink herbal tea,wear natural hair,vegetrarian,use shea butter and reads books on black history and culture. But to be honest,I don’t have a problem with any of those things.  As a matter of fact I think a woman’s mind is what’s most attractive.   I think intelligence is extremely sexy.  I guess you could say I’m a sapiosexual.  A woman with true knowledge of self and love for her people is a real turn on. Mainly because  when you first meet someone there’s the immediate physical attraction.  And there can be amazing chemistry.  But when looking for a long term relationship you have to look a bit deeper.  In my opinion,character lasts longer then chemistry.

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The Making of a Queen

Keri

From the deep, she’s been drawn
Meticulously positioned like a diamond, a stunning stone
She’s not alone
God sees from the throne
Who she’s created to be
If only she could see, her image of a Queen

She’s been beautiful since the day of her birth
Yet disregarded her very own worth
She’s a prize hidden in the earth
She’s been recovered like
A lost soul, like a missing piece of china, a lost sheep
Many nights she’s cried herself to sleep
She’s been through the fire
Beat down and burned
Yet she still inspires

She shines, standing purified from the heat
And through her testimony, many stand to their feet
She’s a light atop a mountain
Gaining strength from God’s fountain

Thought to come in last
At most win bronze
She’s more bold than most men know
Giving and kind; a champions heart of gold
She’s a gem, a rarity
She extends her arms to charity
Although not raised in prosperity
Her soul is filled with knowledge
And deep down she has clarity

Beautiful and tall
She smiles even in agony
Stress presses against her abdominal wall
But she continues to shine
Like a precious stone trampled to the ground
She fights through the cuts and the scars
Washes the dirt; she’s alive, still around
She’s determined to dance, find success

She struggles to love what she sees
Thinking her reflections a disease
But she looks to her Guide; she’s His beautiful bride
Molding and rebuilding the broken pieces inside

No matter the hurt and cruel jokes
She aims to reflect the perception of a Queen
She’s been ridiculed and poked
Thought of the end
But her life, He was not ready to suspend
She’s bowed down enough
Cowered low, didn’t play tough
She’s more powerful than she knows
Humbly took the blows
Been brought low
But she waits at home
To be swept away
She wishes that day could be today
But she patiently waits for tomorrow
For her best friend and mate
To help heal the abyss of her sorrows

Like a shattered glass
She should be cracked
But she’s learned to take cover
Until the storms pass

The Son is rising inside
Breaking the chains
Despite labor pains
She’s birthing new thoughts
Giving way to His character
Thinking thoughts of praise and on what is true
She’s a woman of virtue

She climbs high
No more compromise
She’s gonna fly, like the bird in the blue sky
Press till she wins
Fight the temptation to be oppressed and depressed; she won’t give in
Not forsaken or mistaken
She’s a queen in the making!