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“Dear Black Man (Poem)



I love you because
you make me feel things that I have never felt before.
You erase my pain
and you bring me so much gain.
You embrace me and hide me
in your well built African and manly body.
You make me want to never look at other bodies.

I love how you cut your hair.
I love to feel your love in the air.
The texture of your hair, so beautiful, so artistic.
Your beautiful smile, so amazing;
it reminds me of hiding places.
You walk like you own the world;
at least, I assure you that you own mine
and the rest of my words.

Black Man, you are beautiful.
Your skin tone is so dark,
it makes me want to bark.
Please allow me to run my hands
on the hills of that skin.
You are handsome, my amazing king.

The way you speak your language.
The way you speak your Xhosa. Your Hausa.
Your Zulu. Your Kituba. Your Tswana.
Your Lingala. Your Venda. Your Gadomba.
Your Tsonga. Your Shona. Your Bateke.
Your Ga. Your Sotho. Your Igbo.

Your eyes.
Black Man, your eyes
tell me a story never heard before.
You teach me;
from your wisdom, I learn.
From your strength, I know 'I can'.
Black Man, they enslaved you
because they found you intimidating.
But today, they look for you
to be their mate in dating.

You look at my stretchmarks with an eye of an artist.
You appreciate my big behind with no judgement.
You kiss my big lips with love.
And in my big thighs, you hide.
You love me when I have no hair.
You love me when I have fake hair.

Black Man, I thought of you and I wrote to you.
All hail the Black king!

From your Black Woman,
(with African curves) .”
― Mitta Xinindlu