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The Unnoticed Black Woman

You are the wildflower that sprouts from the
Rocky mountainside, various shades directing
Sunlight toward those of us trapped blindly in
The darkness of the valley. Your endurance
Is legendary as you brave the howling winds
Of summer thunderstorms and reflect moonlight
In the darkest winter twilight as though God
Granted you the patent on being natural
Lighthouses to lead weary travelers to the
Warmth and comfort of your bosom. Your
Fragrance lifts the spirits of birds careening
Past your dazzling array of colors. You turn the
Desolation of rocky terrain, covered in masses
Of twisted branches and broken dreams, into
A breath of God’s promises as assuredly as the
Promise of a rainbow after a light spring rain
Your strength to hang on, thriving and blooming
On the steep side of a mountain, never relenting
Or dying, never allowing the lack of soil to stunt
Your growth or let the sporadic rainfall in your life
Keep your petals from smiling at the world. The rocks
And steep edges are dangerous to others, but within
This adversity your true beauty is displayed in high
Definition to all who gaze up to find a way. As their
Eyes look toward heaven, you are their guide to the
Heavenly skies above and the source of their help.
In you He imprisoned His Light forever and through
You His power is exalted.

Continue to bloom for all eternity as the wildflower
Sprouting from the rocky mountainside




From the very brown foundations of the earth, you queens were scooped by the steady hand of the Potter and lovingly molded as centuries turned to millenniums and stars were created and exploded into galaxies. These African goddesses were given names only spoken in ancient tongues on planets light years away. He etched His name in your hearts and contracted the most powerful angels to guard your souls through creation until the new Jerusalem appears suspended in the heavens as the old heaven and earth are passing away. Do not allow your precious necks to fall or your beautiful eyes to gaze at the ground. You are draped in royalty and the sun rises everyday only for a chance to greet your eyes as they awaken to a new day. Wisdom encircles your words as certainly as celestial halos, gleaming with the most rare gems anointing the head of God’s most beloved angels. If men are placed a little higher than the angels, then you reside millions of miles above the grandest of these men. Fear not the scorn or persecution of earthly people. Your place in the heavens has been reserved since God denounced Lucifer from his heavenly court and imprisoned this beast in the depths of the Bottomless Pit. The toils and trials you endure because of the hue of your skin are being recorded in the Book of Life and strength is soaked back into your bones at midnight as you slumber. The tears you cry are gathered by silent spirits and poured into a crystal chalice at the left hand of God’s throne. He sips from this cup to purify your weaknesses, spewing forth His Spirit to console your souls and sending Light in your darkest of hours. You are the dark children, destined to be last on this earth but first as the twelve gates are flung open. Carry this secret knowledge of your birth and your destiny in times of stress and strife. Your children are protected because of your faithfulness and your families are part of the chosen generations. There are times when the man whose rib you are carrying does not recognize your worth and chooses to crush your divine circle. These men have tainted souls and their third eyes have become clouded and disfigured. They have resorted to insanity and cherish not the gift of these Nubian queens into their lives. How joyous for the man of honor to create a place in his life to embrace and love a Black woman! How great to be loved by one of God’s most blessed women! In life you are our honor and in death you sustain our legacy. Black queens, embrace your design and through life empower your village. As your eyes and hearts are watching God…the world follows, watching you.

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