I met this girl–skin like polished mahogany, hair like lamb’s wool, lips like plush cushions–she ruined my philosophy of the mad black woman. It is not a frown on her face but a grimace as she holds the weight of every black man who has sat on her back like an ottoman pulled from under the table for guests to rest their feet, have a drink and discuss the politics of the world too sophisticated for a female’s mind, who should know her place in silence when company is around. My heart skips a beat when she finally stands–shows me how tall she really is.
© Nortina Simmons
Wow, I can literally touch this person. So real Nortina🙂🙂
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This is exceptional Nortina.
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Thank you!
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You’ve done exceptionally well here. It seems to me like the beginning of empowerment. Thanks for this.
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Thanks so much for reading!
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