Women are the fruits of our labor.

Some would argue that women couldn't possibly think with two heads since they only have one. But is it really true? Is a question that doesn't correspond with this topic? But if you wish to know my opinion on it, you can post your comments below.

I love black women; I think they're the most beautiful creatures God could have ever created. I give God an A + for creating women. Women are the most powerful being in the universe. Their power do not derived just from having the ability to procreate. It is a power that is strengthens form having the ability to love unconditionally. The love that a caring mother has for her child is incomparable to most love that some fathers have for their child.

Love is powerful and those who have the capacity to love will forever remain happy. Love is not a metaphor it's a feeling - thus, it cannot be denoted to be misrepresented by nothing else but pure emotions. Love is a positive energy, love is that which dissolves all mental barriers in thought between people; therefore, those who carry hatred in their hart can't never fully experienced love. Every woman wants to be love, love is a sentiment of joy, love is sexy, and the sexiest attributes of a woman is her ability to love without regrets.

If men are the branches of the tree than women are the roots that held them firmed, without well nourished roots, the branches are lifeless. Women are our power source, they are the reason why us men competes, and they’re the reason why we are alive. They're the most focused and the most respected members of our society. You show me a well educated women and I'll show you a leader.

The woman body is the tempo of life; the most powerful man is from there. It is a place where we men go to be loved, a place where we can show our weaknesses, a place we should hold dear to our heart. The love that women have for us is the fruits of our labor and it should not go to waste. Unfortunately, there are many places in this world that do not regard women as being part of the hierarchy branch of their society. And these places are missing the most important thing in government; they're missing balance in their governing power. Women represent balance; they're the most reasonable creatures who do not think with two heads.

Unfortunately, not all women are fortunate enough to be loved. As a black woman in this society, you’re like a tree bound to grow under toxic soil. Black women suffer a great deal in this society, and some black men do not seem to realize that. They are countless black women who are single mothers, and that have got to stop. I am not here to preach to you for I have my own fault in that regard, but having accepted my fault and take on my responsibility, I have done something good for my race. It is in that respect that I've call on for you to join me so that we can change the lives we create.

The black women begin by flaring her branches to watch her leaves grow, and as her leaves continue to grow, she then realized that the soil that she stood on is hidden from light.The light she needs for nourishment, the light she needs to grow is the light her soil is starving from.

We should remember that we were once a constituent of that tempo, and someone had to give a helping hand to get us where we are now. Therefore, neglecting your child is the same as given up on your race. Our black women needs help to raise your children. Your help is that light which help their branches grow, and by not offering it, you have hidden her tree from that light, and without this light, the soil that nourished her roots will be left to dry, and thereby will prevents her leaves from producing fruits.

We are imperfect beings having a loving experience; the result of our relationship will depends on how we balance our imperfection with our values. The value we place on our children is more important than our relationships. Your help is the light they need for their child enlightenment. By being negligent, you now seat and wondered, why has the rain fall and gone, and yet her branches have not produced a fruit. But you never realized that the toxic soil you let them stood on, prevented her branches from being nourished with the knowledge of sunlight that her tree needs to produce fruits.

Now you go about your life waving the wind, in a world where time stands still, waiting for better days to come, while her roots rotting alive. I am the remorse of your conscience, we have got to do better and I'm no different. Black women are just too beautiful for such treatment. They are the "beau" in beautiful, without them you have no companion. We must learn to appreciate them and care for them even if the relationship no longer stands.