There’s just something special about Black love. I’m not discriminating against Asian love or Native love, Hispanic love or even White love. I’m just saying there is something special about Black love. Black love is in our eyes, it’s in our hair, it’s in our lips and in the way we carry ourselves. Black love knows pain. You see, Black love carried us through 400 years of oppression, You might say that love alone carried us through but it wasn’t the white man sold like an animal and beaten and made to work. It wasn’t the white man that was hung and his life snatched away for doing what God’s intent for him to do, for what’s in his nature and in his heart and that is to be attracted to women, not because she’s white, but because but she’s a woman. Asian love couldn’t tell Black love, I understand but you’ve got to keep going. Native love couldn’t tell Black love, there’s hope just hold out until tomorrow. Hispanic love couldn’t tell Black love, it’s in the past forget it and move forward. Black love isn’t just love it’s in the way we understand one another, It’s our tears we’ve shared together, It’s our laughter we’ve laughed out loud, And it’s our heart that reaches out from one sister to the next brother. There’s just something special about Black love. No discrimination intended.