I feel like I may have written this blog before.
Eh well it's on my heart. Regardless of all the statistics.......about black women and marriage and elgible black bachelors......let's forget that for a while......and think about black love. There isn't enough of it.
Whenever I try to conjure the image of black love.......it's sexual representation which isn't bad......but like, excuse the girl in me, but I want the romance. I want them to fall in love. All the ways I've imagined...falling in love.
And I'm thinking of Zane novels now, where some black independent, sort of sex crazed woman meets a black bachelor who OH MY GOSH magically turns out rich o yay o fun..............no.
And I'm think of Tyler Perry movies now......independent single black mother "don't need no man sista" who's all bitter and stuff and resistent to new loving and here comes captain light skin fineness to clean her up take her away and show her all men ain't the same. Hallelujah thank you Jesus..........no
Why she is always sex crazed Zane and why must the man she meet be captain saveaho with money out the wazoo?
Why is he always light skinned Tyler Perry and why is she always beaten by life and don't buleaaaaaaaaaaave (believe) in no love -ain't bout to get her heart broken no sir ree ma'am.
like...........can we have some honest to goodness......slow, good honest and earnest young love? Can she fall in love before life has time to wear her down? I mean there is a reason everyone loves Love and Basketball. I just...I mean...I know it's naive to hope for a love story romance. I know that the chances of getting ur heart broken outweigh the chances of you falling in love at a young age, but can I just have...........that one love story?
Can we see black love? We don't see enough of it. We see ourselves murdering each other on the street and in movies. We see baby mama drama and baby denial. We see that but we never see black....love. My parents have sho nuff had their ups and downs (more downs from what I can remember) but they're together.......almost 22 years later. My Aunt and Uncle have been married for 25. I mean I don't know anybody else that's been married that long but....it would just be so sweet to see that love exists in our community. Pure, honest, and steadfast. That in a cold world...a world of black men we see as those who will eventually hurt us....that......there's a few that will love us honestly.
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