Being A Black Woman Is God’s Gift and We Are A Treasure To Have…

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When God was planning my arrival, he could have made me anything. I could have been born in Portugal, Indonesia, Romania, Japan, Brazil, et al, but he chose me to be born in Augusta Georgia, at precisely 10:20 a.m. on July 8th, 19___.  Ha. My business, but the point is…not once in my life have I ever looked in the mirror and wished to be someone else. I love my skin, my eyes, my nose, my hair and most importantly; I feel blessed being a Black woman. I feel like I hit 777 in the lottery. The dice keeps rolling 7’s. I keep pulling Aces from the deck. I am a symbol of beauty that can’t be duplicated. I’m in a royal class. Their is joy in my spirit for I know that I was born of love…and I’ve always felt special.

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We are every woman!!!

Whether or not anyone accepts me for me, I really don’t care. The most important validation of my existence is self-acceptance. And Lord, I thank you for giving me the gift and honor of being a Black woman. Everyday I walk outside my home; I’m representing former queens, intelligent mothers, proud grandmothers and gifted women who birthed every Black woman there is. My head is held high. My walk is straight and I look forward as each step is precisioned toward my destination.

It is not what I am that matters, but what it means to be that. Being a Black woman means that we are born to be first. Africa birthed the first queens. That regality is deep within me. My spirit soars and I don’t need a throne. Folks see me and automatically are motivated to bestow respect fit for one who was born to be exalted.

I AM A BLACK WOMAN. Proud and free.

Thank you, Lord.

I love who I am and every single day…I fly with my feet firm on the ground, but soar each time I spread my wings, like an eagle, and glide with a firm wind above the clouds.

[Orchestra begins…]

Ahhhhhhhh……….Yeah! I always feel like I am the Greatest even when the world tries to tell me I’m not.

I WIN!

Clap your hands everybody!!!!

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  3. It has been a while since I have been on here but I really like this post though. We, as Black women, are beautiful, strong and always rise no matter how much adversary gets in our way. We are the mothers of humanity and the ones who gave birth to mankind as it is with it’s variety of skin tones, hair types, races etc. And I love that song, I’m Every Woman but Chaka Khan’s version will always be my favorite though.

    Anyways I hope everything is okay with you and that things are going well on this blog.

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  4. Tyrone says:

    The Original Woman birthed humankind, We should all be grateful to be in your presence. Many have tried to break your spirit, but, they failed. You know the greatness that is within you. Love you first and always…No Other Way! God’s Greatest Creation, Yes You Are! Proud to be a product of your humanity—Always!

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  6. The Black Woman by Marcus Garvey

    Black queen of beauty, thou hast given color to the world!
    Among other women thou art royal and the fairest!
    Like the brightest of jewels in the regal diadem,
    Shin’st thou, Goddess of Africa, Nature’s purest emblem!

    Black men worship at thy virginal shrine of truest love,
    Because in thine eyes are virtue’s steady and holy mark,
    As we see in no other, clothed in silk or fine linen,
    From ancient Venus, the Goddess, to mythical Helen.

    When Africa stood at the head of the elder nations,
    The Gods used to travel from foreign lands to look at thee
    On couch of costly Eastern materials, all perfumed,
    Reclined thee, as in thy path flow’rs were strewn-sweetest that bloomed.

    Thy transcendent marvelous beauty made the whole world mad,
    Bringing Solomon to tears as he viewed thy comeliness;
    Anthony and the elder Ceasars wept at thy royal feet,
    Preferring death than to leave thy presence, their foes to meet.

    You, in all ages, have attracted the adoring world,
    And caused many a bloody banner to be unfurled
    You have sat upon exalted and lofty eminence,
    To see a world fight in your ancient African defense.

    Today you have been dethroned, through the weakness of your men,
    While, in frenzy, those who of yore craved your smiles and your hand-
    Those who were all monsters and could not with love approach you-
    Have insulted your pride and now attack your good virtue.

    Because of disunion you became mother of the world,
    Giving tinge of robust color to five continents,
    Making a greater world of millions of colored races,
    Whose claim to beauty is reflected through our black faces.

    From the handsome Indian to European brunette,
    There is a claim for that credit of their sunny beauty
    That no one can e’er to take from thee, 0 Queen of all women
    Who have borne trials and troubles and racial burden.

    Once more we shall, in Africa, fight and conquer for you,
    Restoring the pearly crown that proud Queen Sheba did wear
    Yea, it may mean blood, it may mean death; but still we shall fight,
    Bearing our banners to Vict’ry, men of Africa’s might.

    Superior Angels look like you in Heaven above,
    For thou art fairest, queen of the seasons, queen of our love
    No condition shall make us ever in life desert thee,
    Sweet Goddess of the ever green land and placid blue sea.

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  7. Lucius says:

    Black Woman, God’s Gift To The World [Poetry]: http://youtu.be/SC2Vc2dgNsQ

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  8. Yeah I remember that joint! Classic song!!

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  9. Beautiful post! 🙂

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