Black Man

Black Man  So strong and beautifully created the Lord knew what he was   doing when  he created the black man My lover, my friend, my strength, my prince, and my king. You see he is more than another nigga on the streets he is the wind beneath my wing, So beautiful, so graceful, so pleasant, so ripe.  I tell you he is my dark and sweeten knight. My protector in the rain and my guidance in the night he knows exactly how to treat his black woman right. I love him so deeply for all that he is and all that he does. You see he's better than a rapist, a killer, a robber, and thief. He is my Kunta, my Shaka, my Mandingo warrior. He is my almond joy, my Mr. Crunch,and my Hershey kiss. I am gracious to ALLAH for such a wonderful gift. I will have his back for always and forever as long as it takes to stop this dilemma. He represents me, his mother, his sister, his grandmother, and aunt. Together we stand one-in-one he is me and I am he. He teaches life, survival, and reality. The realest person you will ever meet a black man speaks and seldomnly holds his peace. He is my father, my brother, my uncle, my family. I admire his intelligence, his wisdom, his courage, and determination. I appreciate his endurance and patience. His ability to understand his heritage, his history, and his struggle. Written February 27th, 2002 © on Mar 01 2002 02:44 AM PST   0 • 10