The Black woman is now to the point of asking , (after she had become totally aware of, and fearful of losing the sexual delight of the virile Black man) "What can I do to keep my Black King from sexually ostracizing me? What can I do to keep the precious Black man from causing me to do without?" The forgivable Black man has the answer, saying, "You must take your fingernails out of my collar. You must stop fucking with what first made me attractive to you- my freedom. You must submit your whole self existence to me, and only then will I promise you that I will make you so happy you'll think your first, middle and last name is happiness. You'll never be able to identify the blues. You'll never know what an argument is and the only struggle you'll know about is my struggle to rob the world of all its love and serve it to you, my Queen, on a strong Black platter. On this platter will be more love than your own mother could give, more tenderness than a baby's behind, more respect than a white cat gives a Black dog, more affection than the joys of a thousand orgasms and more strength than Shaquille O’Neal. I'll give you so much attention that loneliness will go and hide forever. Hey, woman, Black woman, Black Queen, all of this is waiting for you when you decide to come over here in my corner and stop attempting to put those white ass chains on my strong balls, and those faggotty ass honky restrictions on my manhood. This freedom for you will only come when you are one hundred percent by my side, when you would rather be burned at the stake than be without me. This will only come when you get a Jones for me, when I become like a monkey on your back-something that you can't get enough of. The reason I'm so firm about this and so determined not to give you an inch is because I know that with you, the Black woman by my side, I will pit me and my shit against all the forces of evil-and win."

One Black man I know was relating these truths to his woman, when all of a sudden the Black woman interrupted him and said, "There ought to be a law against you saying all those beautiful things to me. You are going to blow my mind to bits-please stop infiltrating my nervous system with those beautiful sensations, now! I'm gonna reach a climax."

The Black man said to her, "No, I'm not gonna stop.
I want you to live, feel and die this conversation-this is a conversation you can never come back to. You might have other conversations on other nights but you will never be able to experience this one again, hence, you must live this rap to death-you must get all you can get-you must know the value of having me talk to you. You must realize that some of your most treasured moments are when I am talking to you, you are having an honor bestowed upon you that is priceless. You must be totally cognizant of the realization that my presence with you is like a rare and delicate dish, the pleasure of which only can be enjoyed when you are paying the price. You must understand that when you are with me, there is only one thing to fear and that is the fear of losing the love of me, the Black man, and that fear has got to be as firmly entrenched into your heart as the fear of God himself. Once you have accurately assessed my value and placed me as top priority in your life, only then will I unleash the sensuous pleasures that I have stored inside of me for only you, my Black Queen to enjoy. Only then will I be free to bestow, the love upon you only I can bestow. Only then will I be able to love you with a love more penetrating than the sharpest knife. Only then, after you have committed yourself to me totally will I be able to love you with a force more permanent than death itself and with a chain of feeling stronger than a chain of fifty climaxes all connecting to one another simultaneously. The fact is, Black woman, that you are mine-you can't escape me. Even when you go to sleep, I shall not accept anything less than being the main character in your dreams. The decision is on you as to how your reign will fare. You can reign as my Queen or you can live as my prisoner- it's up to you.

"It appears to me that you would be foolhardy to turn your castle into your prison when it would be so much more beautiful and so much more to your benefit to turn your prison into your castle and reign beside your King as his Queen and enjoy all of the fruits of the Royal Black man's Kingdom. Don't you know, woman, that I'm waiting for you to fall into my open arms? Can't you understand that I'm waiting to feel free to awaken in the morning and say 'What can I do to blow my Black Queen's mind today. "

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