Black Love is nostalgic like
grandfathers and grandmothers.
Leaders of the family.
Pillars of the community.
A time when the community
was family, and it was love
that held it together.

Fifty-eight years until death
did my grandparents part,
but their love is a legacy that lives on.

A love that exemplifies family as
the cornerstone of Black Love.

This excerpt is from a poem featured in my up and coming book, Pain Is Not Our Only Paintbrush. To listen to the full poem check out my latest podcast episode here.

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Author of “Love Letters: A Collection of Poems” and "The Essence of Love" View all posts by The Brown Sugar Café