Dear Black Woman,
I love you.
you are determined, loving, demanding, curious, gaudy, complex beyond measure, annoying as hell, and everything I could ask for and more.
The gatekeeper of my communities. the hell-raiser. the person that's always challenging me to be better but wont leave my side when i fuck up. I love that you see so much in me.
i hate that i’ll never live up to the man you want me to be.
i try. i don’t forget when i fail you. i don’t forget the emails. i won’t forget the expletives you called me in community gatherings.
i may forget the times you cried expecting me to do more but i’ll never forget the the pain i’ve seen in your eyes
i try to seem as if i’m in control. i always think i know whats best when most of the time you do
We’ve laughed, cried, shrieked in joy, watched Netflix & chilled, flamed each other through texts, argued over politics, chivalry and much more. You are my best friend.
i’ve let you down in many ways
i may be the first black man to let you down; i may be one of many
i will never be able to change that
but I pray those tears will never displace the passion in your eyes
you dont need me but I need you.
You are more dynamic than my grasp of the english language can project
u are more than a mother sister niece aunt provider lover caregiver intellect your curves beauty passion and whatever other titles society and i attempt to limit you to
This will not be the last time I write you; I’m sorry it is the first.
dear black woman,
I love you.