Have we gotten so jaded that Black love as we know it has ceased to exist?
Black love is, something I’ve always wanted to experience the right way, something that just makes sense. In a world where we are constantly fearing for our life, and fighting for equality amongst hatred, Black love seems so refreshing. It seems real good, like that Brown Sugar type of love or like 90’s R&B, Black loves seems so free, so exciting and it makes you want to take risks. My problem isn’t Black love or even feeling as if its extinct, I just personally feel that it isn’t done the correct way anymore. People don’t love like they used to, people don’t fight through tough times and sleep on the couch, they now add third and fourth parties two a two party relationship.
It’s no more 50/50 it’s 70/30. It’s throwing your insecurities in your face during a fight, because they can’t stand when you’re right. Black love has been replaced with sexual assault not really being sexual assault, catcalling and “ayo ma” being the new thing, if we ain’t sliding into DM’s we won’t ever be together. We now talk for 8 months consistently and end the “situationship” because we feared commitment or “didn’t want to waste time”...well what was we doing for the last 8 months? Interviewing? We fear vulnerability, because everytime we trusted someone they have showed us 78 reasons why our wall should’ve been made of brick, so when the Big Bad Wolf blew, it wouldn’t have crumbled.
"I want to be equally yoked, I want my king to find solace in God so that he’s never left searching for listening ears; because, God is always available even when I fall short."
Now, I’m forced to settle or “be open” because my standards are too high and I’m too picky so I might as well just go with whatever is “pick me twitter”. I apologize that so many people have mistakenly confused Black love with mistrust, hurt, and pain. But I am hopeful, I still believe in first dates, consistency, having intellectual conversations, leaving the room much wiser than when I walked in, vibing off your energy, talking through problems and finding solutions not subtracting communication.
I want to be equally yoked, I want my king to find solace in God so that he’s never left searching for listening ears; because, God is always available even when I fall short. I want to fall short and it not mean that I gave up, but that I messed up and am ready to try again. I want him to know that I am not perfect, but I am committed to be perfectly open about my imperfections.
I want him to know that I listen to him, that I trust him, that my father’s mistakes aren’t a reflection of his agenda, I want to try something new. I want him to know that I understand that walking in his shoes being a black man daily is tough, I want him to know that I will never stop rooting for him even if I am whispering, I want him to know that he is valued and deservent of all things God has aligned for his life, I want him to know that when he is feeling ignored I’m promising to listen, when he isn’t perfect I’m promising my patience. I don’t think Black love no longer exists, I think that we lack active participants willing to be Black and in love.
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