God is a black woman

Gee sis,
no blasphemy
I'm not trying to to take anything from sweet baby Jesus.
But God has gots to be a black woman.
And there's proof,
an undeniable truth.
Evidence of Her eminence
is revealed through
the presence,
of the black man's essence.

Brothers,
in the beginning was the word
and then came you.
Greatness behind
whatever you set your mind to.
Scribed in the Genesis of her plan,
you were born to rule the land.
Fashioned to be set apart,
designer cut from one of a kind cloth.
Why do you think the world follows suit?
You are the flame,
they are the moth.

See son,
You are the rea-son
the world has so much taste.
Salt of the earth!
I said season
you are the reason
the world has so much taste.
She
sprinkled you with extra flavor
3 shots of mercy,
4 cups of favor.
Which makes you
mouth watering
finger licking
great.
Wait.
See men,
semen has nutritional property,
if only you properly
value
how you
manage the goods.

And I wasn't gonna take it there
cause it's lowkey unfair.
Like good God,
did you have to gift them with both the staff and thy rod?
Make em geniuses in bed?
Scholars at head?
And I ain't talking book smart.
For start,
during that skin on skin
they've gotta be some sort of kin
to both
Mr. Marcus and Lady Wisdom,
learned the moves;
mastered the rhythm.
I mean sheesh,
between the sheets
they're just a whole other
pedigree
and they better be
because you ain't create no dubs.
We no want no scrubs.
A scrub is a guy that can't get no love from..

Me
Myself,
I,
only know real kings
that do real things
for their family
and their communities,
that seize all opportunities.

And we know,
we know that
when you were a child
you did as children do.
True,
you may not have had positive
models or examples in your past,
forced to learn fast
that fish rot from the head.
So you put in the work to break generational curses
and assure them cycles were dead.

There has always been a ploy
to steal your black boy joy.
For
whatever they can't become
they'll try their best to destroy.
You got em shook by your look,
it's too much like righteous,
too much of Her likeness.
The darkness
can't handle all of your
brightness.
You glow different.
You grow different.

Somehow,
both flawed and called.
Leaders of a new cool.
A tribe called blessed
And did I address
how she made you all so damn fine?
Like she made you ALL so damn fine.

Since the start of time,
you've been Her greatest
masterpiece.
Chosen to master peace.
And it so began
when she taught you how to be
the Proverbs 31 man.
To be that motivating
force that keeps
virtuous women going.
That keeps her flowing
simply
by believing
and
seeing
pass her insecurities and doubts.
By being the rain
in the midst of her droughts.

You are the yin to our yang.
The presence that allows us
to be present
and fully astute.
For that I give you
props,
honor,
and my
sincerest salute.

Kings,
together,
we are the lamb
of the Great I Am.
I'm also a mirror of what I CB4
a reflection of what's fact.
Yes,
God is a woman
that happens to be
blackety black.