Are Black Women Always so angry? hmmm...Truth, Excuse or Something Else

We're a beautiful mess, but if you open your mind and eyes and truly look, you'll see how our kinky hair, our luscious lips, our voluptuous asses, our beautiful shades of brown skin, and how our intelligence, love, commitment, sacrifice, patience, and blood, sweat and tears helped shape this beautiful world in which we live.  So how can we be so angry when we love you so much? Is perception really the Truth, an Excuse or Something else? Share your comments, then purchase my book and get educated - cause when you smile, the whole world dances.

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  1. AALBC.comOctober 30, 2017 at 5:59 AM

    Well Black women definitely keep my website, AALBC.com, alive, so maybe it is something else. Thanks for sharing information about your blog.

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  2. DeeMillerInspiredOctober 30, 2017 at 2:39 PM

    Indeed it's a lot of Something else with layers of excuses to disguise itsself as the real knowing darn well it's stereotype. Big ups to AALBC, loving and embracing the power of Black women! Much love!

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