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Ode to a Virtuous Black Woman

By Jarvis J Ross

Spoken Word Prose-Poetry

This Spoken Word Poem is the Prelude and Introduction to this book. The spoken word is entitled, “Ode To A Virtuous Black Woman.” It requires thoughtful reflection because it contains sexually “implicit” language, but it’s not vulgar or lude. So let me give you an inside scoop on its meaning:

My objective is to personify and capture real life without mincing my words. It is storytelling like a narrative in soliloquy form (speaking to myself). I use analogies (similar and different things), and metaphors to animate characters and other figures of speech.

It is a prelude to the thesis. It tells the story that a woman can be classy-sexy without being naughty or nasty and that the man should treat her with the utmost respect and not merely want her body without her soul. That is, all that she is. It alludes to how men are driven by testosterone, given their nature to begot a child, and should be understood by a woman and respected. And how a woman is driven by estrogen, given her nature to conceive a child, and goes from love to sex, which should be appreciated and respected by the man, and not violated sexually, but romance her to desire him with a thrust toward the ideal of marriage. There should be a balance between testosterone and estrogen in the sense of understanding that their nature is not a reflection of their personalities, but a part of their biological urges, impulses, and desires.

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Ode to a Virtuous Black Woman

Ah, there she was...pretty mocha body glistened in the early morning sun…looking so “good,” I thought I’d get me some...Slight gap between her legs and hips that spread, and hair that ran down her back, and what a rack, but it wasn’t packed? The real deal I wanted to “mack.”

Bedroom eyes that aroused my nature. Legs like a Gazelle and a smile that yelled and made me swell. I wanted to run into her arms to thrill my charms! But I had to find out if she was free to be with me.

But hold up, it wasn’t all fun. I was looking to raise a daughter and a son. Wasn’t looking for a cheap thrill that would make me ill. I was looking for a wife for the rest of my life and she fit the bill!

I had my run with the white girl. But black, brown, and mellow yellow was for this fella. You got yours and I got mine. It doesn’t mean anything but preference of selection by detection. I saw past the ass and I was moved by her class.

Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder and gets better as we get older. So, grow up and hold her up…Sexy leaves something to the imagination, so don’t treat her with humiliation. Find her “G” spot, but not for her “twaut.” I’m talking bout everything she got that makes her hot.”

I found what I needed, not just what I wanted. Someone that black history wrought. A beautiful black woman from my heritage who knows the struggles I fought. I’m down with that, a beautiful black woman who has my back!

I’m not into fake hair, ass, or breast that hang later like a shopping bag full of mess. Handbags, shoes, hair, nails, and toes don’t define a lady but states what she owes. You just in debt and that’s not best for the rest.

Don't get it twisted. There’s nothing wrong with some makeup; a little here, a little there, giving that woman a sexy flair. But you can’t put lipstick on a pig! You know what I mean...a pole dance to make it rain…after that, you are left in pain.

If the personality is not right, the relationship isn’t tight. Nothing can make you beautiful if your attitude speaks louder than words. It means you are like a “tird,” full of shit, and at best you’ll become like a witch, casting a spell that seduces a man to hell.

I know you can’t judge a book by its cover. But when I read the book and see the red flags, it tells me I better take another lover. Go ahead, and follow what you see, or take a long look and read another book that has your destiny.

So, you see, I love a virtuous black woman. That’s what I see. She’s who I am, a reflection of me. She’s a natural beauty, sexy by nature, not naughty or nasty. But the irony is when she gets through loving you, you’ll feel like you went to heaven and back on a slow track. It’s born in her; to shake that ass without losing her class.

A Virtuous Black Woman