EXCERPT FROM THE BOOK

WHEN A BLACK WOMAN CRIES...HER TEARS SAYS IT ALL

by Raymoni Love

Black Woman: Lakeisha

Why Love Keep Passing Me By

     I feel I am a very attractive woman. My ass is curvaceous, my breast is plump like Twin Mountains of lust, and I can fuck and suck with the best. I work and go to school, my bills are paid and I keep my house and child dressed appropriately. I do not have many girlfriends, because I believe too many people in your business evoke jealousy and strife, and I do not need that aggravation in my life. The last man cheated on me, and the one before that turn out to be a down-low brother that started wearing more make-up than me. What happen to the love that appear in the movies of old, date, talk and unexpectedly fall in love? Dreams, yes I have many of them, homes, relationships and marriages are built off dreams, and without dreams, no one would ever believe love existed. Now, I know I have said love keep passing me by, is it my aim or misdirection that brings sorry ass men my way. Like many women, I get turned on when I hear soulful slow jams on the radio, and I also become sadden because having someone treat me like the singers sing about in their songs is all I dream. I tell you what, these poetic words can express more explicitly what I feel.

When I see their eyes

I pucker my lips and touch my hair

let them know, for their attention

I care.

Who doesn’t need a man

confused no,

women loving a MAN-WOMAN

not my style

I want the real thang

my beautiful self

tells the mirror so.

What is wrong with men

They want a beautiful woman

can’t fuck right

another man can

now they want to

fight, and they messed

up my whole night.

A little tenderness

men fail to comprehend

romance helps

so does spontaneity,

to grow old in love

is my dream

the nightmare is that men

are scared

good sex

I don’t care

If he’s going to fuck and leave

with my shattered pride

just lying there.