Once upon a time, a Black man looked up into the moonlit sky, holding up his infant son, he said, “Behold the only thing greater than yourself…” And the little baby looked up into the sky and he smiled.
Some of you remember the opening scene of Roots…I never forgot it. And I use it as a segue for my commentary today.
From the first time I ever laid eyes on the Black male, I have been in love with what I’ve seen. From the top of the their head, to the bottom of their feet, I just am hooked. They’ve been on my mind for as long as I’ve been alive and I just can’t stop thinking about them.
Oh, how do I love thee…let me count the ways?
- I love the way Black men talk
- I love the way Black men walk
- I love the way Black men THINK
- I love the way Black men dress
- I love the way Black men look
- I love the way Black men are
- I love their skin, from chocolate brown to cafe’ au lait.
- I love their kissable lips
- I love the way they take control
- I love Black men who know they are superior to white men
Made in the image of God; their bodies perfected specimens of art. To look at them, is to know what natural beauty is, aligned with masculinity undefined. Black men walk like kings, so sure of themselves, confident, and in total control.
They are the reason why Black women dream. They give each of us energy, strength, and courage. Just looking upon them, we are made strong in their presence.
For them to pay us attention, we are validated and honored. Every time a Black man looks at me, I feel as though I’m treasured and the most desired woman in the world. He doesn’t have to say it…it’s in his eyes. Black men understand the strength in Black women, and respect it, for it comes from a nurturing place–an instinct to protect what we love, standing our ground, and not afraid to fight for it as well. They also allow us to be soft, giving them the invitation to be the men God made them to be.
The Black man deserves respect because he is the divine purpose manifested. He is the true master of the universe. From the minds of Black men, empires were built. His creativity has changed the world; and his genius inspired greatness from other lands. They have street smarts, and book smarts, a dangerous combination.
I’m proud to be a Black woman. And being with a Black man is a joy.
How can anyone argue with that?