Black is certainly beautiful. I've discovered this when I was 16 years old, when another black boy noticed me from afar in the church pew and stated that he loved my smile. From that moment on, I thought that was my best feature. From earlier ages, I was always the tallest and darkest girl in school and all the black boys liked the lightest sistas or the white gals. Now, I know you can imagine how this made me feel. I was uncertain of who I wanted to be then. I either wanted to be a professional boxer like my father, a rapper, a singer, or maybe an architect. The fact was... I wanted to be somebody, and somebody who is important. I didn't appreciate my height until I was 19. That's when men started to really dig my long legs. I realized then I had a greater advantage over some other females and every sexy thing I wore showed my sexy long, long legs. I had always dated short guys, maybe because they looked up to me. How funny. I have not yet found a tall Brotha who treated me like I deserved to be treated and I'm still waiting.

I believe now that I found my roots, I am very special, a model for all Blackberry's. Every dark Sista like me is a Blackberry. We've come from a struggle dealing with pain and rose to be beautiful strong black females. Blackberry's should walk graciously, as they were once unnoticed and now hard too resist. Blackberry's have sooo much flava!