A task by itself
I'm not even sure where to start
Patience is a good place, I suppose
Be prepared for every nerve to be worked
To be tested more times than can count
Baby them, hold them and whisper
Encouragement in their ears.
Push them to their goals, don't be
Afraid to piss them off.
An anchor is me, the Black woman.
He, the Black man is my ship.
He is the vessel, I am the blood that nourishes him
Sustain the wounds he will encounter
Kiss away the heartache and pain
Life will throw, shoot, and hang him with.
Hold the keys that will unlock the doubts and fears that keep him
Chained and bound.
Feed his soul x2
Laugh with him, allow him to be
Open and transparent
Care for him and his dreams
Pray for his spirit and his mind
The Black man, he's not hard to find.
Like a child, he needs guidance
But as a man he needs support
He needs balance
He'll try to stray, curiosity is a dangerous and sometimes reckless thing
Be stern and sure of yourself
Never weak, never settle
In order to survive loving a black man
You must love yourself
He needs a strong queen, one who can follow and lead
By his side at all times.
Tiring it is, a task by itself
But on one can love the Black man
Like a Black woman
