What a black man did for my heart He first showed me that I had one
I was knew to the concept of feelings and
With him…no moment was a sad one
We laughed til Our ribs ached
We sat down for meals together
He showed me the concept of a man making sure there were full plates
We took road trips
Walks to the mailbox
Drove to church
He had 3 jobs ….showed me the black man knew about Hard work
He was my first encounter with a black man
My father , my first love, my forever right hand.
He made my heart full, every day I heard his laugh he made my heart glad
His presence was dominating from the start and it still is even though he’s not here,
That black man molded my heart.
My next encounter wasn’t sweet
But I wouldn’t hold on to the sentiment that it was bitter
He was a black man with loaded words
And I think he waited for me to pull the trigger
He was as mean as he was slick
Vile and volatile
A smooth operator that seemed to control me with his tongue
I took it, abuse was a new feeling , I was young , I was dumb.
His smile could Woo a Nun off the steps of her convent
That brown skin drew me in like a moth to a flame
That black man broke my heart
It left me feeling ashamed
Until I met a black man that loved his God and his Mama.
That was more concerned with his conscience than his commas
That black man wanted to help me and speak me back to life
He was the kind of man my Grandmother used to sing about
The kind who won’t stop his life for you but will fit you right in
That black man did more for my heart than he could ever imagine by prioritizing me as his friend
He put me first and I did the same for him
We were never in a competition
And that’s the real way to win
That black man is wonderful
That black man is powerful beyond measure
That black man is valued, my hidden treasure
He has me enthralled , every single part
Treated me like a queen from the beginning , from the start
He put his hands all over it and made it warm
That’s what a black man did for my heart
