My Soul's Song by Shaniqua Hudson (best short novels of all time txt) 📖

but Mexican, Puerto Rican, Caucasian,
Not Jamaican or African; he can’t have any ex-slave hand.
Whatever happened to Black is Beautiful?
Our King’s minds have been conditioned to think that our Black skin is a lie,
Only to slight the black woman’s existence.
What our history gave us taught us to take control of every situation.
Be aggressive under unbearable circumstances.
Whatever happened to Black is Beautiful?
Didn’t you know it’s all about the changes brought on by time?
You shouldn’t be afraid of your black skin, no matter the sacrifice.
Black men unclench your fist and receive your Black Queen, your blessing.
What ever happened to Black is Beautiful?
Our Black skin has been scotched and substantially wounded.
Don’t forget about your Black sista’s, we’ve been rapped and beaten.
Our Black men treat us like harlots while bringing flowers to Scar lets.
This is the thanks we get for our Black girls.
To be shunned away because our skin isn’t honey colored or baize,
It leaves such a sour taste upon my tongue to know our race is no longer a dynasty,
but being washed away like wine after eating the bread that the Black Jesus broke.
What about the Black women folk?
What about Black is Beautiful?


Baby you give gracious hugs
Baby you give gracious hugs and joyful kisses.
Baby you are as beautiful as the sunrise.
Your eyes full of deep passion stare waiting to make a love transaction.
Pimp daddy your words are so smooth and nasty,
They role off your tongue like my cream onto you.
Can we do it like this baby?
I want to do it like that sugar!
Yea, grab me by my hair then elevate my waist!
You make me scream when you gyrate your thing.
I’m pulling the sheets back trying to get away.
Damn you be working me with my knees to my face.
Our bodies be in motion, my ocean is storming like bad weather.
Okay wait! Wait; let’s take this slow, baby I want this feeling to last forever.
You feel tremendous.
My mind is spinning like cash.
Ooh you’re hurting me, murking me, with my knees to my face.
My body is in a trans.
You slap me on the ass, my face crashes into the pillow,
And it feels as if this love agony will never end.
Yes! It is yours; baby and I scream your name again and again!
I want to indulge in you.
Indulge in your Blackness while rubbing my fingers through your hair
And
Enjoying this love transaction!


Biggest Fan…

Don’t you think that Black men deserve a standing ovation? Black men are Gods greatest creatures. They are intelligent, athletic, and poetic.

Black men don’t receive enough credit. I cherish them and I want to express my thanks.

Thanks for being you. Everyone wants to copy the uniqueness of all his possessions, but there is no way.

Thank God for the Black man!


Biggest Fan

He is great!
He is so great!!
I am elated, because he upstages all that I have seen.
He is my prince; he gives me everything that I need.
I want him; I need him to be close to me.
He chases all of my rainy days so that the sun may shine on me.
He is my king.
My Black man who over shadows everything.
He keeps me warm.
He keeps me wantin more.
He keeps it comin.
He keeps givin me all of his good lovin.
He turns my world upside down.
He makes my skies green and the ground rain, rain with clouds full of excitement.
And I just let the excitement shower me.
Enlighten me, on what the future may bring.
When he makes it to the top, it will be me standing in his corner.
A Black man
A Black man
He is the greatest creature in all of the land.
Every type of human species wants to wed the Black man.
The Black man
That Black man is mine; I have taken a piece of that black cherry pie that is so sweet.
In his eyes all that I see is beauty.
He is my glory & serenity.
When he touches me at night, he sends me into a coma, then into a daze.
Every time he finishes, it is the next day.
Black man, Black man
I am your equal.
Every time people read about us, they will be waiting for the sequel.
Awaiting the chance to see what the Black man has done next, so that they can copy cat and try to be the best.
But there is nothing greater than what he brings.
He makes me sing in my sleep and when we make love,
I cry because the lovin he gives me goes so deep.
He is so good, so good.
And it is much understood that he cannot be broken,
though he may have been chosen to be, what some may think is the worst case of humanity.
He is wonderful, great.
And he loves me every day.
My Black man, Black man.
I am your biggest fan.


Damn! I can’t get you off of my mind!

Damn!
I can’t get you off of my mind!
The way you love; baby I just can’t get enough.
Fuck why does it have to be like this, us both protecting our hearts.
I’ve told you how I felt hoping that it would lay a hand on you in some way.
I’m willing to open my heart.
Because I want you to stay, yoking our fate.
I’m your precious pearl, string me onto your life’s necklace, I’ll dangle close to your heart.
I crave you; I’m made for you.
This heart skips a beat every time I see you lovely; give me a kiss.
I want you to breath me baby, feel me honey and taste me sugar; cause I’m awfully sweet. You be loven me so hard though baby, how could I ever be tired of your ebony presence.
I said I need you, I gotta have you.
Your love touches me and makes me feel the happiest high!
One moment in your passion, I’ll never come down to reality.
You are frequent; you’re lenient never believing that I could be unhappy with you.
And so its true, the amount of love that you’ve given makes me shine and feel new, you.
Be my conservator by kissing and squeezing my body with all your might.
Your battle for this lioness pussy all night.


Dreaming Guy/First Move
Sunny days drown my pain away; I anticipate seeing my lovely’s face as I sit on a bench
My elbows rest on my knees, Flowers dance, birds and bees sing.
My mind starts to wonder.
“Will she ever notice me, only I can love her like she needs?”
I guess my baby could feel my eyes caress her body,
She turns and smiles, I feel so naughty.
Her teeth’s gleam mirror heaven’s stars.
The sun admires her.
She is the most beautiful thing by far.
With a sigh, I smile back at my beau ide’al.
Oh to taste her lips, feel her touch, to rub her shoulders would be enough.
After a spell I stand up to stretch my bones, as I role my neck releasing tension.
I dust my pants and compress my backside back onto the bench.
While rubbing my eye-brows I think,
“Maybe I should call her, but what would I say?
I‘ve been thinking of you and want to love you in a special way”
My lungs exhale, my curious eyes blink my imagination commences to play.
Kissing her somber skin; starring in her bijou eyes and licking her pillory thighs.
With my fingers I squeeze her. Suddenly the wind blows knocking me back to my senses.
I swear I can smell her sweet as cobbler scent. My mission is to make her mine.
My lovely gathers her things and walks towards me. I lick my brim and sit up straight.
As if to congratulate her beauty I stand at attention.
She glides toward me, stops and extends her hand and announces
“Hello, I’ve noticed you for so long, I got tired of waiting on you to make the first move.”


My sighs of emotion make me think of you

What a love, what beauty.
As you cradle me in your arms I think to myself that you could never do no wrong.
I’m hoping that what we feel for each other will escalate into something more.
Or have we all ready reached our limit and will never love each other no more than we do today?
My heart panics at the thought of just loving you for today and not for tomorrow.
The thought of you leaving me tears at me like thunder through a cloud.
But what if the unthinkable should ever occur?
Well then I’d just have to endure the pain and swallow my pride, but would it be your loss or mine?
I am a prized possession and one like me will never be mistaken for anything less.
I know that you yearn for my indulging kiss and warm touch.
Yet at the same time I am in need of you.
What about now, what about the present?
Should I neglect the thought of ever losing you?
Or should I take this gift of love one day at a time and ensure myself that I will never stop loving you?


Ooh! If I had a man!
Ooh! If I had a man! I close my eyes and I imagine.
Ooh! His aroma is so strong like the potent smell of chocolate cookies baking in the oven.
He is an immense auburn man with good intentions.
Hmm, he’s so fresh like waterfalls from the Himalayas.
Let me jump in your river.
I would swim so deep.
I would cater to my man rub his head, kiss his feet, massage his shoulders;
While feeding him chicken and green beans.
I would be his mother, his wife, his sister,
And his brother we could wrestle wearing wedding rings under the covers.
I would capture his soul and tie it to mine,
Lie down beside him and free his mind, from all of the corruption growing in his brain.
Let me rub you down with my love position baby; you won’t be the same.
Man If I had a guy.
I would love him so much I would never tell a lie.
Ooh! If I had a man! I just close my eyes and imagine.
It feels so real, it feels nice to my soul.
He’s kissing me; baby keep kissing me, ooh, and heat consumes my soul.
Steam seeps from my panties I’m about to blow!
Baby, honey you feel so good, good to my soul!
I’m tired of imagining, I need you now, to hold!


Open so many doors

Open so many doors,
Take chances on or of shore.
Your future is an everlasting mystery.
If you dwell on your past you’ll forever live in misery.
Your wants are have not’s that you haven’t got,
Plot your destiny and make your dreams a reality.
It is real and it is within me, faith.
Faith, fate what is your fate?
Everyday your life is a different voyage to the end of days, until your final resting place.
In your mind so much beauty,
However, on the outside so much envy from those who will never know your heart.
You possess that spark of light.
“You just glow”
Release your fears and conquer your shame!
Give your self a name with meaning, with value which represents you and