Product of a Black Man

I am a product of a black man, and he is a product of me.

I am a product of his love and sensual creativity. See, I have love for my black man, because his love for his black sister is like no other.

He frights for what he believes in, speaks his mind and keeps it real.

When challenged, his assertiveness can

illuminate a room.

His enduring strength is what captivates me the most, it’s like a blanket of protection, its warmth feeds my brain, pumps blood throughout my veins, circulates my soul and stimulates my frame.

I love my black man.

He strives to better himself, to nourish his mind intellectually, as well as productively.

See he’s a blessing from god, a descendant from our kings and queens, leader of our tribe, warrior of success.

He fears no one.

Head of the pack, his pride never lets him down,although he can carry the weight of the world,

his black sista always around.

See, he may stumble over a few hurdles, and lose his way in life. But he preservers and keeps his eyes on the prize, striving towards success.

My worrier, my prince, my king and my solider

your abilities are limitless. Your hands can accomplish any task.

you see, I bathe in your confidence, your kisses make me weak.

My body yarns for yours as yours does for mine.

You see, i’m mesmerized!! Mesmerized by your board powerful shoulders, your appealing structure and your smooth buttery toffee skin.

I love the black man within.

I love the waves in your hair, to the kink in your stare. I love the strength in your back, to how you hold it down like that.


I love your define chest, to your hands which caress me, so passionately i'm forever yours and so much more. I love the swag in your style, to the hip in your hop, the dimples in your cheeks, to that smile that makes me weak.

I love my black man!!

Raised by strong black women, your roots are firmly planted within the soil; See your

fearless soul spiritually shows the depths of a true brotha in the making.

YES! There will be many who will call you

slave, but the power of your legacy will not go in vain.

You see, you are my unit, my strength and my friend. And you will sit upon your thrown and wear your rightful crown............ because you are a product of me,

and I will forever, and always be,

YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL STRONG BLACK QUEEN.

Written By Caroline (aka Poetic Soul) Gbolade 2011 copy right protected