Love from the root,
all the way to the treetop.
The very feeling of Black love
is in its core a natural phenomenon.
The dedication to one another to grow,
the need to fight oppression,
the need to create,
There is something about black love
that is so massive, so powerful,
It matters because it creates a whole
out of two halves that rotate around each other
like yin and yang.
It matters because it is the balance necessary
to overtake the mountain of obstacles
designed to consume black people.
Black love is enigmatic, yet simple.
Black love is elegant, and flagrantly
expressing is dominance in a passive world.
The union between two black people causes the
trees to shine in a luminescent green,
It coerces the oceans into a calm during a
Vicious hyper-cane whirling the world in
A deadly tempest
It causes the animals to sing
and dance in grace and unity ad harmony,
creating a natural symphony to celebrate
the returning of two lovers
after a long journey of searching for each other.
Black love, speaking of it makes your legs quiver,
the hairs on your back stand.
The feeling of two black people in love gives hope,
it rekindles the flame of possibilities.
Black love is the root of all passion and
Extends life into trees shading the world with
A cooling mint scent that alleviates stress
The unison between two emperors separated
by time, shackles, history, pain, exhaustion,
enslavement, and hate,
Witnessing the two intake the other’s strains
and transform them into gains that bare fruit
in the harvest of their garden of dreams is a
feeling that exasperates the veins
This is what happens
when you witness black love today
Black love, It matters.