“John, you dont have to do that! Baby, I can handle it.” she said.
“Denise, why didnt you show me this before, Im your boyfriend. I can handle this. I can help you with your pain. Your my girl, you stood by me for two years now, now let me stand by you. I dont understand you right now?”
“John, can I ask you a question? What is a black womens role in life? What makes us different from the rest of the women population?”
“I dont know? What makes a them different?”
“Well, a black woman is strong individual that keeps a family strong. God made us different because we take on different responsibilities than other people as a race. We stand strong & we hold alot of responsibilites on our shoulders, we are made to be strong & to possibly take on some of the masculine roles of a household, We strive as survivors, my ancestors are survivors, we have that in our blood. God gaves us attitude, power, strength & grace and that is mistrued in some aspects. Us women are perservering endearing, beautiful.”
“Wow Denise.”