Yesterday I was commenting on a post and I mentioned that BW are expected to suffer more bull shit than other women. Please check my comment history for context. The poem I'm about to share was unfortunately made by an extreme pick me of a BW but it sums up what bLaCk LoVe is in a nutshell. It was written just Friday 🙃. Notice the level of pain and betrayal we're expected to endure to prove our love. "You don't know this, but...

I have loved you for centuries. Aeons. Millenniums.

Before time.

I loved you as a King. A warrior. A slave.

I have loved you as a field-hand. As an artisan who worked wood into still life. As an elevator operator accused of raping a woman who was white.

Terrorized for. Tarred and feathered for. Burnt and lynched for.

The same White Woman you married a century later.

And still I loved you.

I have loved you in the belly of the slave ship, floating in bile and vomit. In the cotton-fields. In the penitentiary.

I have loved you when you hated me. When you hit me. When you and your boys ran trains on me.

I have loved you.

I have loved you while you turned your back on me. While you watched me struggle to feed our children. While I had a nervous breakdown from having to do this life without you.

I have loved you.

I have loved you from the moment God blew life into your dirt-made body. From the moment you pulled my pigtails on the playground. From the moment you went senile and could not remember my name.

I have loved you Black Man.

I have never stopped loving you. I can’t. I’ve tried.

When I love me… I am loving you.

When I forgive me… I forgive you.

When I heal me… I make room for you to heal you.

You don’t know this. You couldn’t.

But I do.

I have loved you before space and time. Before the sun snuggled up in the sky. Before God said and there was.

I will always love you. Father. Uncle. Brother. Nephew. Cousin. Friend. Lover. Mate. Partner. Equal.

My love for you, Black Man, is eternal.

Title: Love Eternal"