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“I was beautiful; after all, my skin was as rich and dark as wet, brown mud, a complexion that any and every pale white girl would pray for – that is, if she believed in God. My butt sat high in the air and my hips obviously gave birth to Creation. Titties like mangoes, firm, sweet, and ready. My thighs and legs were big and powerful, kicking Vanna White and Cindy Crawford to the curb.”
Sister Souljah, No Disrespect
Ahh, a soulmate for our Mistress although I rather like Cindy Crawford.
Beauty is found in every aspect of the feminine ideal. Earth Mother is firmly in one quadrant. Mostly my God believing idyllic images are pale and lithe and quick in mind and body. But such could not be appreciated without contrast to the other beauty- not in competition, but as in complimentary aspects of the unsee-able whole.
And Africa was the womb of humanity so it is fitting and right to pay homage to our mother continent as manifested by its ebony feminine beauty.