Concretelingo Stories

A reflection of the inner love and respect I have for those who stand by me , in my lowest moments , those who dare to put me back on my feet.

This poem depicts the struggle , and grace of the black women , and how much things have changed since the times of the ancient isrealite Kings, and Queens. All women are great , beautiful , intelligent , but it is the black women who started it all, and if our people are to be great again , she must understand what is to be done. #Peace be with you ;)