To My Black Men

Your black and brown bodies are vessels of strength, love, and consciousness

Your plump lips, wide noses, and thick brows make prettiest of portraits

The veins that effortlessly show through your skin shows just how alive and real you truly are

The way your commanding tone is ever so gentle and angelically poetic

How your speed, likeness and creativity are envied

You are the gems of the entire galaxy

Yet some cant see, refuse to see

They are so blind to the point they think they can just just make you leave

By hunting you, killing you, in prisoning you and tearing you down time and time again

They deem your natural born greatness as a threat to society

But truly they envy thee

They are scared that you are better than them and you are

They are worried that if a man of your caliber recognizes his strength that their punitive stature may be revealed.

That their inadequacies aren’t because of your existence but from their own lacks of knowledge and being

They refuse to see you as an equal because in their hearts they know you are superior

Superior in the sense that no matter how hard they try, you will rise again and again

To my Black Men

We see you

We love you

And we never stop speaking for you