Black love. BLVCK LOVE. Black love…
As delicate as a flame.
Birthed with the potential to be dangerous but shrouded with an aura to illuminate lives.
It is a sacrifice.
Made by parties wishing to share their struggles and strengths.
It is raw like skin to skin, potent like breaking wind and relentless like repeat confessors addicted to sin.
Black love is violent. Painful. Unforgiving.
A fight through meadows of lost wars and life
A river of merging souls and conquered strives
Initiation patterned faces narrating ones willingness to die for their own
It is still forming. Ever changing. Consistently.
Inherently passed on from generation to generation, like engraved secret codes told on painted caves of the Khoisan.
It is rich like the solitude offered by the Sahara and untamed flow of Vic Falls
It is misunderstood. Misconstrued. Underestimated.
It is about more than girls making videos at 16 for black boys who don’t know that it takes more to be a man than just shedding off some foreskin.
It is more than simply having the pigment but rather appreciating it on another, seeing them from head to toe and appreciating it all, even memorizing their eye color.
It is a journey. A destination
A universe amongst the ruble of what is considered a norm
Black love is more than sticky notes placed around the house with sweet somethings, more than online pictures with long captions basically saying nothing
Black love is the only love I’ve ever known, so to me black love is the best thing
Because it is more than the texture of our skins and the depth of our hearts
More than whispering “kea o rata jo” to mirror a sung “mon’ ife e”
It is not bound by carved monochromatic commandments like the Bible
Sometimes it travels through many moons seeking solace in foreign tribes
Finding treasures in same shades from foreign lands
It is fists paintings to calm ones rage and water down their jealousy
That ‘you made me do this because I love you’ love
Doesn’t always involve weddings rings but it’s that never forget where we are from love
Black love is survival through the rainforests of foreign territory and finding more of yourself through another
Black love is critical
Black love is more undocumented sacrifices
Black love is BLVCK LOVE and BLVCK LOVE is ours…