I used to be a firm believer in MY men. Their beauty cannot be matched, their history is deep, their beautiful brown skin is perfection, deep brown eyes, deep waves of their hair, corn rows, dread locks, afro, whatever that man decides on, he is beautiful and fearfully and wonderfully made. God did an amazing job when He created My men...
..It's Too Bad That Alot Of Them Don't Know Their True Beauty..
I am a young black woman, well rounded and firm in my beliefs, emotionally and spiritually and mentally, I know who I am. I know that I LOVE and RESPECT my people. I see their beauty, their struggle, their heart and their mind. I see how far we have come and I pray that we continue on in the right direction..I believe in our onward movement..
But my {REAL} Black Man..I have lost you. I don't know who you are anymore. I wish I did, because you are so stunning, you are enchanting..Where have you gone? I only see imposters, pretending to be YOU..
The fake you dresses like you.
Speaks like you.
Walks like you.
Bends his values to look like you.
He pretends to love like you.
Protect like you.
He even gains some success like you.
He Promises Security like you..
..But they're not you...Because When Reality Hits..
They run away from hardship.
They abandon their black women.
They Lie.
They cheat.
They are selfish and vain.
They deny their own kind.
They categorize their women as "chicken heads" instead of acknowledging that their women understand them more then they know.
They are mentally, verbally, emotionally and physically abusive to their people.
They use their race to intimidate.
They focus on what is outward with NO focus on the soul.
In the midst of them TRYING to be real, they forgot who they REALLY are, who they were born to be..They are lost.
It pains me {Real} Black Man, because when I finally meet you..I might not want you..My views have been tainted..{REAL} Black Man, I wanted you. My heart wanted to beat for you. My mind craved your intellectual challenges. My soul yearned to connect with you and become intertwined. My physical being wanted to compare and contrast the tones of our skin and the softness of our flesh..I dreamed of exploring the spiritual realm with you and growing into the beings that God intended us to be..I wanted to love you without condition, stand by your side, be your support system, I wanted to be the {Real} black woman I was created to be..
Real Black Man..I pray that you show your face soon..
Your young black women are choosing their own independence over the false you..
WE would rather be our own man then to settle for the fake..
WE would rather be alone if WE cannot have YOU.
You are the ONE.
Come back soon.
