What do you see when you see me? Do you see responsibility and dignity encoded
in my DNA? Do you see generations of
survival and struggle in my skin? Open
your eyes, your mind, your heart and see that I am Black. I’m a black man with the burdens, trials, and
tribulations that come along with that honor.
Don’t look at my color to see my blackness, that the sun has graced me
with its kisses. See my blackness and my
manhood as intricately intertwined and divinely gifted, see my blackness as my
nature and my demeanor, not the way society has narrowly defined me.
The realization of my true place as a black
man did not come until I let go of my insecurities and fears, my false beliefs
that kept me separated from my other half.
My soul was incomplete without the presence of you, my queen. You waited patiently for me to grow and
mature, you waited for me to wear the crown that had my name inscribed on it so
that we could reign together. Now that I
have found you, I will not forsake your love. My thoughts are filled with ways I can bring a
smile to your lips, those sweet and seductive lips that make my knees weak and
my palms sweaty when you gently touch my cheek . . . my brow. I am filled with the need to give you
pleasure like you’ve never known before, to bring you satisfaction until you
pass out from sensory overload. Laying
your head on my chest, finding that spot that belongs only to you fills me with
a profound joy like I’ve never known before.
With my arms wrapped tightly around your exquisite brown curves, I know
my challenge is to show you my emotional wounds and let you heal them with your
compassion and your love. I’m humbled by
the ways I’ve grown with you and my newfound ability to see you as a complete
human being, not just an object for me to acquire. You are the reason for my being and I’m made
whole in your arms.
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