Black Love Matters

I was contemplating saving this post for a special occasion. Maybe a black history month special. Or sometime in the year that was more “ethnic”. However, when this idea came into my head, I couldn’t help but write about it. First things first, I want to state that my perspective is based solely on the fact that I am an African-American or Nigerian-American woman. Therefore, I am a proud black woman who has grown up with influences from African-American and African cultures.  If you read some of my previous blog posts you will know that I have had quite a journey towards becoming “woke” or aware and proud of my cultural background. For those of you who do not know, I will give you a quick background history. In the 10th grade, I watched my sister go natural. Going natural is the process particularly in the black community in which one stops using relaxers or chemical straightners. I was skeptical of her decision but something struck a chord with me. Why did I feel the need to chemically straighten my hair? What was wrong with my natural texture? I realized that our Eurocentric society had infiltrated my standard of beauty. I was subconsciously wanting to appear more like a Caucasian woman. So, I made the decision to embrace my curly/kinky hair. Besides hair I embraced African/African-American culture to the fullest. I started watching black movies, listening to Afrobeats, and appreciating black beauty. During this time, I came up with the idea for my book that I will disclose in another time. It’s called “Afrocentric”.  I realized that being black was a wonderful thing to be.  As minorities black people are extremely unrepresented. That is why black love matters.  You might be asking yourself, doesn’t she mean “black lives matter”. Of course, I totally support that movement. However, we can only move forward as a nation and society if we start with love. There needs to be an embracing and loving of black people themselves and our culture. Nonetheless, when I made this post I have to admit that I was thinking about how “romantic” black love matters.

Throughout my life, I have been attracted to practically every race there is. Notwithstandingly, during my black-pride transition, I began to have a greater appreciation for black love. Watching movies like Love Jones, Love and Basketball, Brown Sugar, and more I wanted that kind of love for myself.  As black people, we are a very strong race.  The idea of having two strong and beautiful individuals in a relationship was so appealing to me.  For me, being in a relationship with a black man would mean that I was progressing the black race. Personally, I want to have empowered black children who are culturally aware. There are not a lot of black family role models in the media.  I feel as though there needs to be more Michelle and Baracks, Beyoncé and Jay-Zs and Will and Jadas. I am not opposed to interracial relationships. If you read my post called “Color Blind” you would see that. Nonetheless, I want to have a successful black family in the future. Being with a black man for me, I feel as though we can relate more and have similar perspectives on life. In the end, I don’t know who I will end up. I will keep an open-mind but will put my hopes up to someday have my quintessential chocolate brother.

Well, that’s all that I have for today. I hope no one took this offensively. Please like, share, and comment. I would greatly appreciate it.

With Love,