When the world told you no I said, "Yes, baby. Anything for you. I believe in you."
Even when you made me cry I was still there for you. Even when I knew I was sharing you with that woman across town, I still loved you.
Yet in still; if I had my choice I would still love you. Something about the curve of your back, your swagger, that beautiful brown skin that keep me coming back. I love my black men.
Question: What is it about your black man you love?
What is it about your black woman that makes you love her?