I personally love black women. I’ve never been one of those black guys who has had fantasies of being with an “other”. I love everything about black women. I love the many hues of a Black woman’s skin–the reddish-brown cinnamons, the golden honeys, the milk chocolates and jet black coffees, no cream. I love the black woman’s inner temperament–fragile and pretty like a china teacup one minute and hard and complex like a Chinese puzzle the next. Most of all I love Black women because Black women are the epitome of beauty, the giver of life, a steadfash protector and a nurturer.
With that said, white men love black women as well. Its nothing new. Even Thomas Jefferson had to sample Sally Hemings sweet nectar. This song is further proof. Shout out Azza for putting me onto this song. I actually find it kind of funny yet sad at the same time.