I’m in love!

I’m in love with a black man, what can I say?

I love seeing him thrive and grow every day. 

At night for him, I must pray for God to protect and lead him in the right way. 

I love this black man

I love how his skin mimics that of the men in my life

I love that he insists on making a black woman his wife 

I love this black man, my personal hero 

He protects, provides while maintaining a partnership with his woman in terms of the key roles. 

I love my black man 

I love how he looks at me 

I love how he smells

I love his smile 

And I even love all of the stories he has to tell

My black man is so special to me

My black man makes me feel complete

He gives me the strength to raise our kids 

He gives me the courage to follow my dreams and never forbids

I love my black man because he is a gift from God. As my fellow sisters read this, I am sure we can all nod.

Disclaimer: This poem was commissioned for a wedding. #gettingfamousXD, email me for poem commissions :).

Picking Season

You chose me

You chose me out of all of the cane

You chose me before I even knew there was you. I went through life with the assumption that I was planted here for a reason. I knew that I had to deal with the not so pretty furrow I was allocated by the hands of life. 

You chose me even when you could have had anyone else a long time ago. 

You chose me beaten, scarred, healing, and traumatized. 

You chose me… 

I never could understand why you chose me

Then I met you..

Instantly I felt something I never felt for anyone else. Some might call it a spark or love at first sight but I know what I felt was real. I loved how you gave me butterflies. I loved how you looked at me, just your eyes told me everything I needed to know… I couldn’t stop thinking of you. 

I love how you keep me centered, keep me in touch with the earth and my own humanity. You… oh gosh just you… 

You are caring, loyal, dependable, insightful, and a sight for sore eyes. 

You’re so patient with me it hurts, you build me up even when I’m tearing myself down..

Just you…

I chose you too

I chose you out of all of the pickers 

I chose you before I even knew you were everything I needed. 

I may have chosen you after you chose me but you already knew what I had yet to see. You were already peaking over the entire crop looking for your one. I was buried deep into my furrow only seeing the canes around me. But you, you got to see it all. And you still chose me to be the one to receive everything you had to offer.

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Guess I finally knew how you felt. I finally know now how you choose oh so carefully which sugar cane to pluck, and which one is the piece you’ll hold so dear to your heart. You’re as sweet as sugar cane and as needed as the sun. I am so glad that you chose me.