Black Man I love you... and I hate you

Black man,
For just being you, I love you
You are my better & stronger half.

Black man,
I love you for never complaining or crying,
But I hate you for seeing my own femininity as weakness

Black man,
I love you for how hard you work & sweat to provide,
But I hate you for forgetting that it’s you that I love, not your money

Black man,
I love you for your strength, for being the head of our home,
But I hate how you’ve forgotten to be a bit gentle sometimes

Black man,
I love you coz you don’t believe in hitting women,
But I hate you for the scars that your words leave behind

Black man,
I love you for the beautiful love and intimacy we share
But I hate you for sharing what’s mine with all those other women

Black man,
I love you for expecting nothing but the best from me,
But I hate you for expecting me to live with less from you

Black man,
I love you for seeing that I am beautiful,
But I hate you for not seeing me as anything more.

Black man,
I love you, for your humble heart,
But I hate you for not seeing just how amazing to me you are.

Black man,
I love you for trying so hard to be everything I need,
But I hate you for not realising it’s not necessary, coz all I need you already are

Black man,
I love you for loving me,
But I hate you for not letting your guard down, and letting me love you in return...

Invictus

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the Pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.


In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.


Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds, and shall find, me unafraid.


It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll.
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.

William Ernest Henley