Ode to my black men.

You know what I love? A black man. Not just ANY black man. A chocolate black man. The ones that are dark as night. Not just any chocolate black man. A strong black man. By strong I mean a black man that provides for himself & his lady. Not just a strong black man. A sensitive black man. By sensitive I mean an empathetic, unconditional, caring black man. But not just a sensitive black man. A smart black man. I'm not talking about street smarts. No. I mean intellectual smarts. Book smarts. Learns from his experiences & mistakes. But he can't just be a smart black man. He has to be a hardworking black man. Good with his hands. Handy and rough when need be. But has a soft touch when touches me. But he can't just be a hard working black man. He has to be sexy. He prides his appearance & puts me in those deep sleeps in the bedroom. But of course he just can't be sexy. My black man has to smooth. Quick on his feet & professional with his lingo. He has to have that conversation that whoas me & leaves me speechless as well as others around me. He can't only be smooth. No. He has to be thuggish. Pause. When I say thuggish I hope you do not think I am pertaining to drug dealing & gang banging. MY black man is nontolerant to, excuse my French, bullshit. He knows when to remain a gentleman but will put an individual in his place when need be. Protecting his family, his lady, & his beliefs. That is irrestible to me. But most of all my black man has to posess the traits of honesty & loyalty. A man isn't a man without be true to hisself & the ones he love. But shoutout to my White men, Mexican, and Asians.. I'm pretty sure you all do your thing. But in the end, my heart will be in the hands of a TRUE black man. =)