As I have lived, I have always enjoyed watching the last person in a marathon cross the finish line.  In fact, I am far more impressed by the last person to cross than I am with the first person to cross.  Why?  Endurance.  To have the will to continue on when there is no one to depend on is incredible.  Endurance.  This is my ode to Black Women.  I capitalize the words Black Women because to do anything less would be both unwarranted and inappropriate.  Black Woman, you are the personification of endurance.  You have fed when you needed to eat, worked when you needed to sleep, cried when you were supposed to be laughing, and given when you were miles past needing.  You are more than my rib.  You are my feet, knees, backbone, and neck.  You have shown me what love can be even though you never truly had it.  You are my reason.  At times, I find myself getting angry with you.  Let’s face it; when you decide to use your tongue for war, I’m not equipped with the tools to win.  Therefore, I humbly accept my loss and wait for better days. Better days are always near because your love for me is far greater than your frustration at that moment.  You are the best that a mother can be.  I know of mothers that work full-time during the week, part-time during the weekend, and all the time in order to make the lives of their children better.  In fact, most of the swipes on her credit card are for others rather than herself.  I know you’re tired.  I know it’s hard.  For some, I know this isn’t what you dreamed of when you were a girl.  Here’s the thing; the most extraordinary women endure the most difficult trials.  I will go as far as saying that God loves you so much that he continues to stack obstacles in your way.  He is keenly aware that you will not only overcome those obstacles, you will also clear a path while you find yours because you never want those who follow you to experience the same.  I see you.  Black Woman, every since we came to this Country, you have fed me.  You have fed my mind during the day because I was uncertain.  You have fed my belly because I was hungry.  You have fed my flesh because it desired you.  You have fed my spirit because you knew it was broken.  You have prayed for me when God and I weren’t on speaking terms.  God listened.  After all, love is stronger than pride.  I haven’t always been the best to you.  I have lied.  I have neglected you.  I have overlooked you.  You have felt like the dirt beneath my feet at times, and for that, I am sincerely sorry.  You see, you are my earth; my air.  Sometimes, one doesn’t miss the earth and air until they are at risk of losing them.  Like the earth and air, I don’t want to ever lose you.  You are my strength and my reason.  It doesn’t really matters what the world thinks of me as long as you believe that I can still become what your certainty convinces my uncertainty that I can be.  Black Woman, you are my opium.  Your touch flows through my skin into my bloodstream, and it is the greatest narcotic known to man.  The mere thought of you sensationalizes my senses, so I sense you.  You are art to my eyes, poetry to my ears, and music to my soul.  The center of your love is sugar to the tongue and silk to the touch.  You are my opium; my addiction.  You are absolutely beautiful.  Everything is beautiful about you.  Bear your scars as jewels because you shine in the sun.  With no apologies offered, I love you and you alone.  Thank you for loving me.  Thank you for feeding me.  Thank you for needing me.  Thank you for continuously giving me second chances when the truth of the matter is that I didn’t think I deserved a first.  Thank you.  You are the solution to my dilemma and the answer to my questions.  I am so proud to be yours.  Patrick.

Okay, this does not in any way, shape, or form mean that I am anti-white.  Loving my home doesn’t mean that I don’t like yours.  I just need my sisters to understand how wonderful I believe they are.  This week, as always, please do something for someone other than yourself for no other reason than to make their lives better.  Also, as always, if you make it to where you’re going, please don’t forget to leave a map for the rest of us.

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