My man is beautiful,
He is the most intelligent man I’ve ever met,
The most compassionate man I’ve ever shared conversation with,
The most I’ve ever loved anyone.
I see him for the love I see reflected in his eyes,
I see him for the human he is,
I see him every morning and every night for the man I’m so deeply in love with,
That if he was hurt, I would feel that same pain.
When I look at his hand wrapped around mine, it’s pure love,
And this is our reality,
But when we are out together, driving,
And a cop pulls behind us,
Next to us,
Stares into our peace,
I see his blackness, and what that might mean to someone else.