A Renaissance of Black Love

Remnants of sunlight desperately cling to my window. The moon and its cast of twinkling stars will soon grace the Lord’s canvas. This is when I do my best writing. There’s something uniquely alluring about being alone with my thoughts as a candle burns softly atop my coffee table. The scent of warm vanilla fills the room with tranquility as I dig deep into my soul to find the words to say. I desire to express myself to you this evening, Queen.

I long for the day you receive everything that has been taken from you. You’re tired, I can see it in your eyes. You’ve cried out in the darkness for far too long. You’ve yearned for our love, support and protection. How have we repaid you? With scraps? With broken promises? We’ve betrayed you with our deeds and lack of consideration. We’ve harmed you with our words. You’ve never deserved this. We fuss, fight and drift further apart. Like a ship without a sail in search of dry land, we’re lost without you. It’s evident. We’ll never see the promised land if we continue to forsake you. There is no heaven without you by our side. To sin against you, is to sin against ourselves. If it were not for a Black woman, we would not be here. The war between us must end. On the battlefield of love there are only casualties.

Black woman, you deserve nothing short of our best. We must protect you with our lives. We must honor you with every ounce of our being. We must lift you up and support your dreams just as you’ve supported ours. We must love you out loud. We must cancel those who wish to abuse you and profit on your pain. The next generation of men are watching us. I’m doing my part. I’ve devoted my life to it. It’s reflected in the way I honor the Black women in my life. I pray there would be a renaissance of Black love. Black love is life. Black love is everything.