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When a black woman loves you,
You are one lucky sonofabitch.

Because our love is heavy
Like molasses.
It coats you
And girds you up.

When a black woman loves you
She loves your spine,
Your skin.
What you do to her insides.

She could give you life
and rhythm,
If you’d let her.

I have been working on building a deep, deep love within myself.

The love that I’m creating is a comfortable love. A love despite of and because of imperfections. A sitting in silence kind of love. A protecting love. A laughing love. A backbone-strong love.

I’m proud of myself; I’m starting to see the results of my hard work. Because otherwise, how could I love anyone else?