6. I love you because you are you. And you are me. We are we. Singularly. Together or apart. And on da real, I actually don’t LIKE some of y’all, but truth be told, hell, I don’t like myself sometimes. So small a thing to a giant.
So, this is my long answer to why I love and PREFER black women. Why I know that my ride and die is dark and comely. Why I know that when I take my last breath in this realm, the last thing I will either think about or cast my gaze upon will be a black woman who has loved me unabashedly and fiercely. This I know.
Short Answer: While the world PRETENDS to hate, mock and revile us, they are at the same time, trying to BE us. To own us. To contain and control us. You don’t do that with something that isn’t a force of nature to be reckoned with.
Black women, you are the shit. Own it. Embrace it. I see it even if some of you don’t.
I’ll wait for you to get here. And when you do, we’ll have a toast. To our shared knowing. To our shared experience. To our shared divinity. Muah!
Ok, hope this answers the question. Drops mic.