Black Love.

Black Love.

Something that lots of people, Black/White/Yellow/Purple, feel doesn't exist anymore.

Black Love.

Hardly displayed in the media, and pathologized in literature written about African Americans.

Black Love.

An entity, a power, a dynamic that has supported the souls of my Black people for hundreds of years; from Africa and outward.

Black Love.

The uniting factor that has kept my parents together for 34 going on 35 years., and hopefully many many more.

Black Love.

Epitomized by our new First Family, and contrary to popular belief, not just about sexual attraction and uncontrollable, uninformed urges.

Black Love.

Something so endured by this beautiful couple, and emulated beautifully by this family both on and off the camera.

Black Love.

Consisting of images that can no longer perpetuate the notion that this love, our love, doesn't exist anymore. Images that no long reinforce the notion that true, undefined, and original romantic love between Black people is a myth.

Black Love.

Something that I long for always, strive for always, and have realized for the first time ever in my life. Something that has no end, and that if true, will keep creating itself.

Black Love.

Please believe it. And please keep believing IN it.