The Ballad of Black Love
“Life’s too short to waste time on things you don’t absolutely love” ~Sylvie’s Love
Imagine, if you will, the quiet whispers of dawn, that sacred time when the world takes a deep breath before the day begins. It's here, in this stillness, where the heart feels loudest, that the story of love unfolds—a tale as old as time, yet forever new. It's a melody that traces back to the birthplace of civilization, a harmony of souls entwined in life's intricate dance. This love is not just an emotion; it's our legacy, echoing the resilience and unity of our ancestors, whispering their tales of endurance and joy that blooms even in darkness.
This love is a canvas, painted with the vibrant hues of our experiences across the diaspora – laughter shared in the warmth of our grandparents’ kitchen, the healing moments of connection found in the hair salon, in the barbershop, and at family gatherings, the smell of cocoa butter on our skin, the unspoken strength found in our partner's embrace. These are everyday moments of joy that, though seemingly small, weave the rich tapestry of Black love. It is in these instances that we find our greatest strength and a reminder of who we are at our core – resilient, united, and beautifully human.
Black love is our collective heritage, a beautiful medley woven from the threads of our shared history. It's the bond that held our ancestors together, a beacon through their trials, a testament to their strength, their intellect, and their wisdom. In their embrace, we learned the true power of love—not just as a feeling, but as a source of unyielding hope, a wellspring that never runs dry.
As we stand in the light of this love, let us remember the paths tread by those who came before us. Their journey, marked by resilience, unity, and connection, paved the way for the love we know today—a love that defies boundaries, heals wounds, and unites hearts. In every shared silence, every burst of laughter, every tear shed in understanding, the essence of Black love is made stronger.
So here's to our love, to the love that's more than a feeling—it's our history, our strength, our joy. May this ode remind us of our roots, the endless love that surrounds us, and the unbreakable bonds that bind us. In the melody of Black love, we find our truth, our hope, and our connection to each other and to the generations that will follow. In this love, we find our strength, and in our unity, we find our freedom.
