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I Love My Beautiful Black Sisters

I Love My Beautiful Black Sisters

I Love My Beautiful Black Sisters

I Love My Beautiful Black Sisters

I Love My Beautiful Black Sisters

Maybe its just me, but in a time in which my black brothers find content in belittling and diminishing my black sisters, I am enjoying a new love affair with them. I love my black sisters.

I love the educated and driven ones.

I love the ones who are not as academically accomplished.

I love the conservative refined ones.

I love the ones most call hood and ratchet.

I love the strong and whole ones.

I love the broken ones who have become bitter and untrusting.

I love the ones who are aware of the true essence of their power.

I love the ones who think their power is hidden in their ability to get loud and aggressive in order to check a black man.

I love the dark ones.

I love the light ones.

I love the ones who embrace their natural beauty.

I love the ones who have not completely embraced the natural essence of their beauty.

I love the ones who are aware of the aristocracy flowing through their veins.

I love the ones who suffer from an identity crisis and inferiority complex.

I simply love my black sisters, and no, I am not a black woman worshiper. I can only worship that which is greater than myself, and she in not greater, but my equal, so I honor her.

My love for my sisters does not serve as implicit condonation for their erroneous behavior, it is the expression of my responsibility as a black man to provide her with what she needs to be all that she an be. I am her covering spiritually and physically.

I love her because she is the perfect spiritual and physical incubator. She never returns to you anything you give her the same way it was when you gave it to her. If you give her a card to send to your mother, by the time your mother gets it, she has written words of encouragement and gratitude inside, and signed your name — she incubates.

I Love My Beautiful Black Sisters

 I Love My Beautiful Black Sisters

When you give her groceries, she converts them into a nourishing meal that provides sustenance for you and your progeny — she incubates!

When you give her a house, she transforms it into a home — she incubates.

When you plant your seed within her physical womb, she does not return it to you as a seed, she incubates, nourishes and develops it for 40 weeks, and she returns to you your progeny, the manifestation of your projected identity.

When you inject her spiritual womb with your vision, she merges it with her vision — making your vision her vision — and then she incubates it and births your dream, giving life to the vision. (Men, if you have never experienced this, you have not yet come close to living at the level of your full potential).

While I have accomplished extraordinary accolades over the course of my life — often breathing the rarest of air — I am aware that she has the power to birth something greater in me than I can ever manifest on my own. We were designed to work together.

So, black woman, I celebrate you, I cover you as a man being seminally present through our ancestors during a time when the black man honored you, covered you and protect you, and I speak life, healing, recovery and power into your spirit today —- now live.

At the lowest time in my life, there was one black woman who always addressed me with honor and respect. When I asked her why, knowing everything that I was going through at the time, she responded, “I see beyond where you are sir. I see “who” you are, where you are going, as well as what you will become, and it is for that reason that I honor you.”

So, black woman, I see you. I see where you are at, but I honor you for who you are, even those who have not realized it yet. I see you in your struggles and frustrations. I see you struggling with your issues with abandonment and trust. I see you attempting to raise the progeny of a man who found it to be an acceptable course of action to procreate you and then walk away. I see you stretching nothing into something to keep a roof over the heads of you and your children. I see you supporting the awesome black men who are walking in their purpose and destiny — largely unnoticed — except by you. I see you speaking life into the men who are on the battlefield daily. I see you holding strong and supporting the black man. Despite, a mass exodus by the black man to the white woman, you have, in large numbers chose to stay, with many of you choosing to be single rather than marry outside of the race. I see you, and I celebrate you, but most of all — I love you.

I love you because of what is inherently resting on the inside of you, and I am calling you to task to rise up to be the fulfillment of your design. ~ Rick Wallace, Ph.D.

The Mis-education of Black Youth in America

Visit the official site of The Odyssey Project to learn more about the work that Dr. Wallace is doing in the area of research and inner-city Afro-centric programs. If you are a black parent, contact us to learn more about creating an African American Parent Advisory Council to oversee the activity in your school district as it pertains to African American students. While we are fighting to design and build our own educational system, we must still guard the intellectual gifts and self-concepts of our youth who are exposed to the public education system.

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