Dear Black Men

Dear Black Men,

My brother, my king, my pride, I have so much love and respect for you, my Black Kings. I know that many of you were taught love is for the weak and having feelings and crying is for girls. I know many of you do not know how to express how you feel in a way many of us understand, and it is ok. It is not your fault. 

Many of you grew up in single households. Some of you do not know your dad, wish you did not know your dad, or might as well say you do not know your dad. I know some of you are angry. Maybe your mom did not know how to be loving towards you, or she was the absent parent, or perhaps both parents were, or maybe both were present but still absent. Perhaps someone you loved took advantage of you or of your innocence. Maybe you grew up only depending on the companionship of your friends, siblings, teachers, coaches, gangs, and so on. 

I know that some of you have been hurt by Black women. Maybe you got vulnerable around the wrong one, and she betrayed your trust. Now you question and cannot seem to trust any of us, anyone that looks like her, anyone that has her skin, our skin. 

Perhaps like many of us Black women, our fathers were the first men to hurt us and maybe your mom was the first woman to hurt you. Maybe that lingers in the deepest part of your heart and mind. And consequently, you make poor decisions when seeking a relationship or even a friendship with a Black woman. 

Maybe you just wanted someone to love you, or maybe you wanted someone to love but did not know how. Whatever the case may be, and if this resonates with you, I am truly sorry, my Black Kings. 

I am truly sorry for the hurt you have been through. The hurt you may not want to talk about because it is too embarrassing, or the hurt you are supposed to “take like a man.” I am so sorry she, whoever she may be, hurt you. I am truly, truly sorry. If I could heal your wounds, I would. If I could somehow mend your broken heart, I would. I would do it quicker than a heartbeat. 

My strong Black men, you are so valuable to me. You are so valuable to many of us. We need you, but we need you healthy and whole. Black Men, I truly pray you will find it in your heart to forgive the one that hurt you and work towards healing and growing. I pray you will find it in your heart to love yourself, so you can love your Black women. 

If you cannot do it alone, it is ok. You are a beautiful human and only your Creator can begin and finish the work needed in your heart in order for you to heal. And though you may be angry with me and everyone that looks like me, I am here to support you through prayer. 

We need each other. God did not put us here to fight and hate each other. I love you and want your heart to heal, so that together we may love and stop treating each other as the enemy. I am not your enemy, and I am not a hoe, a thot, or a hoodrat. Most importantly, I am not a Black bitch. I am a queen. I am your queen, and I am your sister. 

Please seek God to heal and learn to treat me and my beautiful Black queens as such. At the end of the day, we cannot wait for the world to change and to love us. We must first love ourselves, then love each other and then be the change. 

I love you, my Black Beautiful Brothers, deeply and passionately. You mean so much to me. I hope this letter brings healing. I hope this letter brings love. Most importantly, I hope this love letter is only the beginning of mending your broken heart. Let the journey begin with God, my Beautiful Black Kings, and if this letter does not resonate with you because this is not your story, I too love you, my kings. Listen to my heart. It pumps for you.

Love,
Jaz ❤️❤️❤️