If only all our women realized that they are Afrikan women, the only real female beauties in the world. The following is from THINKING B(L)ACK ON IT ALL a 1998 publication. Bless You The FEMALE, as the ultimate in tri-dimensionally combined curvaceousness, requires that contours flatted each other in a flowing regal voluptuousness, without a hard, angular, or harsh surface. How could we delude ourselves into believing that pointed noses and razor thin lips could be the pinnacle of the BEAUTY that is WOMAN? NO!!!! B L A C K I S O U R B E A U T Y !

Follow the lines up a DARK BROWN FRAME, and you will see A crowning acclamation of Femininity. The tightly curved stains weave in and out of place As though to form a tri-dimensional lace, Whose contours halo a skull so perfect In lithe-like shape That GOD's own loving hand Most surly planed it behind a round full forehead That shades eyes as dark and deep as all eternity. Eyes aset like flashing whirlpool jewels On cheeks that glow in royal purple Flushed with life to flank curvaceous nostrils Flaring with an air of fulfillment To sit upon the face's center And broadly flaunt its lines Smoothly - roundly A million loops and circles A thousand patterns full and firm To compliment a pair of lips so voluptuously contoured As to make every word a song Every movement a chorus of expressiveness Each lip so full with love To frame those brilliant even teeth Flashing a smile of joy long past When ancient dark beauty brightened all the world A Past so majestic that all the torments of a savage modern Brutal Civilization can but mellow the beauty by adding tears. While Fair, Frail, Faces Fade with passing years, This Beauty Blooms Brown, Black and more Beautiful with each attack As though each grain of dirt in which it cheeks were rubbed Miraculously did straighten every wrinkled line And bore away all toil. Did brace you against the rain of degradation And winds of sorrows subjugation And made you strong, to bear the seeds That spread your Beauty, As your hips Around the World. Yes, I love you For you alone, by Fate Were held supreme To keep the Black man's head held high And keep alive our dream And now as all the shades of night, From Dusk to early Morn, Your face glows as a beacon light While Black men grasp the Horn That blows away the film of self hate. And Lo! A terrible blast is heard in every ghetto camp And BLACK becomes a brave new word that makes the boy a Champ And looking up is looking Boss And looking down is In And digging white is getting lost And Not digging us is Sin For now the veil is lifted up And now at last we see The end is not across the sands It's in our BLACK BEAUTY.

Author Unknown