A task by itself

I'm not even sure where to start

Patience is a good place, I suppose

Be prepared for every nerve to be worked

To be tested more times than can count

Baby them, hold them and whisper

Encouragement in their ears.

Push them to their goals, don't be

Afraid to piss them off.

An anchor is me, the Black woman.

He, the Black man is my ship.

He is the vessel, I am the blood that nourishes him

Sustain the wounds he will encounter

Kiss away the heartache and pain

Life will throw, shoot, and hang him with.

Hold the keys that will unlock the doubts and fears that keep him

Chained and bound.

Feed his soul x2

Laugh with him, allow him to be

Open and transparent

Care for him and his dreams

Pray for his spirit and his mind

The Black man, he's not hard to find.

Like a child, he needs guidance

But as a man he needs support

He needs balance

He'll try to stray, curiosity is a dangerous and sometimes reckless thing

Be stern and sure of yourself

Never weak, never settle

In order to survive loving a black man

You must love yourself

He needs a strong queen, one who can follow and lead

By his side at all times.

Tiring it is, a task by itself

But on one can love the Black man

Like a Black woman