To the black man that I’ll fall in love with, baby you are loved.
You are wanted.
You are appreciated.
You are welcomed among society.
I believe in who you are and who you will become.
I believe in the man that you will raise our son(s) to be
I believe in your change, even though sometimes everyone else around you can’t seem to acknowledge it.
I believe in your dreams. The ones that you’re too afraid to tell your “boys” about, because to them it’s just a “stupid ass dream” and “don’t nobody from the hood ever do no sh*t like that”
I believe in your past, present, and your future. I know sometimes society tries to get you to believe that you’re just “Inmate #22333743” but you’re so much more. I know that society tries to paint this image that because you’re tall in your stature, strong in your ways, and firm in your speaking that you’re a threat. BUT I know that you’re kind, loving, and you protect your own. I know that you wouldn’t even dare hurt a fly. I know that the greatest threat to them in your MIND.. and I know that everyday of your life they try to control it and tell you what you are or what you OUGHT to be... Baby, I believe in your future.. I believe that the man that I’m praying for today will be someone GREAT. Someone who can rule over so many..
The man that I’m praying for is someone’s father, someone’s mentor, someone’s councilor, someone’s shoulder to cry on, someone’s leader, someone’s way out of the hood, someone’s HUSBAND, someone’s son, someone’s baby boy, but most of all... the man that I’m praying for IS SOMEONE.
You’re someone to me.
You’re more than your inmate number.
You’re more than the failures.
You’re more than the teenage mistakes.
You’re more than the drug deal.
You’re more than the baby mama drama.
You’re more than the guns your toting around (because our greatest threat is them)
You’re more than the down falls.
You’re more than what your father was.
You’re more than what your mother thought of you.
You’re more than what your guidance councilor told you you would be.
You’re more than the statistics.
You’re more. You’re so much more.
I just wish that you could see what you are to me.
So to the black man that I’ll fall in love with, I pray for your safety everyday. I pray for the man that you’ll become, and I pray against the man that society wants you to be.
To the black man that I’ll fall in love with, I just hope that I’m equipped to handle the ball of fire that you’ll be. There’s so much inside of you and I pray that one day you’ll see that. What’s inside of you should be protected at all cost, and I promise to guard it with my life.
I promise that on those days when society has stripped you of everything, that I’ll be there to cover you. I’ll be there.
I’ll be there to mend what your daddy broke so long ago. I’ll be there.
I’ll be there to uplift you when they’ve told you “no” I’ll be there.
I’ll be there to push you when you’ve gotten too weak to keep going. I’ll be there.
I’ll be there to wipe the tears away, because black men cry. Black men get weak. I’ll be there
I’ll be there .
So to the STRONG, BLACK, man that I’ll fall in love with... I appreciate you without knowing you. I love you without knowing you. I feel you without having experienced you. I understand you, without having learned you. I pray for you without knowing your shortcomings. To the black man that I’ll fall in love with... YOU ARE SO MUCH MORE. And when you realize how much more you are to society, you’ll realize that it’s not your physical that is the threat... but it’s your mind that worries them....
To the black man that I’ll fall in love with...