The Black Woman in My Life
By The Political Assistant
A jaded attitude, a two-bedroom apartment in the Bronx, and a terrible job were my prized possessions before I met the black woman in my life. I was done with relationships, done with dating, done with “the chase”. It had all become too exhausting, not to mention expensive. I grew leery of women, rationalizing that most didn’t know what they wanted, so how the hell could they possibly give me anything I wanted without my begging for it. I never realized what the lack of real love in my life was doing to my spirit. I never realized what it was I was missing. I always felt the void, but I was oblivious to its effects, that is, until I met my black woman, my wife DJ DIVA.
I always felt that a woman was supposed to bring a certain amount of softness to man’s life. My black woman brought the softness, the roughness, the attitude, the confidence, and so much more. She came into my life at a time when I needed love more than any man should. I was a shell of the man I am today, fully functional, yet broken in so many ways. She helped put the pieces back together. She started with my smile, insisting that I not be afraid to flash my toothy smile. She moved on to loyalty by dismissing all potential suitors and demonstrating her dedication to me. She moved on to security, daring anyone to question our love and insisting that it be respected. I was just so taken by her spirit. Little by little, step by step, one act of love at a time, she put me back together in a way that I cannot begin to repay her for. It is why each day I am so grateful for her presence in my life. It is why on 12:01p.m. Christmas Day, I asked for her hand in marriage. I honestly had it in my heart to do it sooner but had cold-feet. Over 900 days have passed since our first encounter, each day I find a new reason to be in love. Each day I find yet another blessing in our union. Each day I try to find another way to repay my debt of gratitude. My black woman is a gift from the Lord himself. I did not ask verbally for her, which is why I believe she was sent to me. I think the Lord saw me in all my self-righteous misery and gave me a love beyond compare.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
The Black Woman in My Life
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Sigh that was most beautiful.
What an awesome testimony to black love. Go head, Mr. DJ Diva. ;)
Oh this is so what I wanted to hear this morning!
Now this is Thanksgiving!
Be loving and be in LOVE!
This was so sweet!
Love it!
Now you done gone and made a sistah girl weep. What a beautiful declaration of your own reciprical love by sharing your experience and more importantly sharing your feelings about the experience. Your transparency is an inspiration and ecouragement for the shift in Black Love to occur. On my blog there's a great post on Black People and Love with a quote from Bell Hook's book Salvation: "when it comes to the issue of love, the mass media basically represent black people as unloving. We may be portrayed as funny, angry, sexy, dashing, beautiful, sassy, and fierce, but we are rarely represented as loving... We can only decolonize our minds, let go of the images of lovelessness that daily bombard our psyches, by erasing those images and putting in their place representations of care and affection, of black women and men bound by everlasting ties of mutual love." Didn't mean to be so long, but you inspird me to share too!
Thanks for this!! Denise, The Motivation Mama!
just when i was wondering if true love existed, another example is shown...thank you
I've come to learn (the hard way) that colored girls, black females, african american women are short on allies. You are definitely an ally. We luv you too.
What a spiritual testimony of how God's compassion for our pain is manifested in that special person who brings us unconditional love.
What a wonderful article, thank you for sharing the depths of your love to your beautiful wife in your testimony.
real talk.
you guys make me still believe in love. i hope it gets better and better for you two. keep taking us along on your journey...
how sweet!
That's a REAL MAN right there! Cherish each other. Blessings!
*happy sigh* Black Love! At it's finest!
*singing* "It's so good...lovin' somebody and somebody loves you back..and that's a fact"
Lovely!!
WOWWWW! Tha's everyone's dream - to find someone who can "put them back together"! Thanx 4 following my blog & sharing this wonderful, inspirational chapter of your life!
So beautifully put! All the best =)
Words cannot describe the joy I felt in my heart when I read this. I believe.
Beautiful. I love how you find something to love her for each day. With that attitude, the love will never grow old.
I would welcome your reactions and thoughts to these fine words - "hit play all" and listen
http://mp3.rhapsody.com/rudy-ray-moore/the-sensuous-black-woman
From a twitter 'follower.' Tweet back if you would with your thoughts!
You didnt leave a twitter name to tweet back to but i do not agree with Rudy Ray Moore's humor although i fully support his right to say what he says.
I'm glad I stopped by to read this. Beautiful.
Great post. Great blog title. Great...just great. I loved this post. It's really nice to be reminded, in this day and age, that the black woman is loved, cherished, and appreciated for all that she is!
Loves it! So happy for you and her..you said it all in such an amazing way...
Remember that, keep that close when the times get rough, your patience falter, your compassion in short supply, your attention limited and restricted, your endurance thin....., remember that, it will carry you through and keep you right, it will allow you to rise when temptation nip at your heels. Never take it for granted and always remember you are blessed.
Peace.
Wow dude, beautiful-
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