How long has it been since the first time you were deemed no more than a foot stool by a Black Woman? How quickly did you accept that you belong under Our feet at all times? How many times a day do you daydream of My toes sliding in and out of your mouth, only letting you breathe to envelop My soles further? Where were you the moment you realized that the only thing you can think about after worshipping My feet is how much you miss My feet when you aren't? My toes make your world go round. In fact, My soft soles have become your entire world by now, haven't they? Take a sniff and enjoy the New Black World Order.