Dear Black Man

Dear Black Man,

I hope that you know how special you are. I hope you understand that your life has value and how important you are to me, your family, the black community and society. My womb brings forth life; however, your seed creates life. Hold your head up high Black Man for you have nothing to be ashamed of. Everything about you is intriguing and beautiful. When I look at you, I see hope, strength, intellect, discipline, resiliency, charisma and leadership. Your Strength, discipline and intellect gives you choices. You are valuable, smart, powerful and you deserve to be respected. I admire your selflessness. I honor you today, tomorrow and everyday for being the beautiful black man you are.

The world wants you to walk in disgrace and shame. They want you to believe that you have nothing to gain. They want you to believe that you are worthless, selfish, lazy, stupid, and a hypocrite because they fear what God has bestowed in you. They fear your very existence and your potential.

Your chocolate brown skin is beautiful. Your eyes look into my soul. You are the true image of our God. Your coils/locs/bald head is gorgeous. Your smile is mesmerizing. I love looking into your eyes because in your eyes I can see my beauty and when I lay my head on your chest I feel safe. I find strength in your words and comfort in your arms. You are wiser than you know. You were created to be my protector and I was created to be your nurturer. Now the time has come where you need to be protected. Allow me to cover you! We are a team! I will always have your back. I will wash away your tears, relieve your stress, and nurture your wounds. When you are weak, I promise to be strong. When you are doubtful, I will be hopeful. Allow me to pull off these bandages because they are no longer needed. I am here to help heal these mental/emotional scars that society/life has oppressed upon you. You do not have to fight this battle alone. I will take the lashes with you. I see you bleeding out and I am going to wash your wounds and nurse you well. I will kiss your forehead so you know I am your protector. I care, respect, trust you and will come between whatever tries to hurt you.

Daily I go to the throne of grace praying for you. I love you Beautiful Black Man. And if I ever made you feel disrespected, unappreciated, doubtful, worthless or alone- I am sorry!

Remember you are my protector and I am your nurturer. The ppl have called you powerless, stupid, a savage, a thug, a liar, a crook and a thief! They have exploited you to gain power and control. They defile your name to hide their wrongdoings. Those are lies so do not allow them to take your identity or belittle you. God made you a beautiful Black Man—in his own image—to rule over the skies, land and the sea. You are a king, the son of the most high. Pick up your crown and claim your throne in the home, community, workplace and society.

Shhhh, Black Man do you hear me?

Love Always,

The Black Woman