WHAT I GOTTA DO, HUH? TO LOVE YOU AND BE LOVED BY YOU, BLACK MAN. CUZ I'M BOUT AT MY WITS END TRYING TO FIND A WAY TO REMOVE THE DOUBT TRYING TO FIND SOMEWAY TO FIGURE YOU OUT SOMETIMES I THINK THAT THEY PLANNED IT FROM THE START THEIR HOPES THAT NOTHING AND NO ONE COULD PENETRATE THAT HEART BUT AH......BLACK MAN, YOU DO KNOW HOW TO LOVE YOU WHO HAS NEVER FELT YOU'VE MASTERED THE ART OF ROMANCE AND TOUCH IT'S JUST ISSUES OF TRUST AND SUCH THAT ELUDES YOU SOMETIMES I WATCH YOU AS YOU ARE SLEEPING AND WONDER JUST WHO DID ABUSE YOU AND BOY IF I COULD I RECKON I WOULD CONJURE UP SOME TIME MACHINE THAT COULD TAKE ME BACK TO WAY BACK WHEN AND ERASE EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING THAT HAS EVER TREATED YOU MEAN AND MAYBE THEN EVEN GIVE YOU BACK ALL OF YOUR CHILDHOOD DREAMS IF ONLY THEIR WERE SOME REAL WAY TO PENETRATE THROUGH, TO SOME GOODNESS , SOME REAL GOODNESS BETWEEN ME AND YOU BUT ALL THERE IS, IS THIS BRICK WALL THIS MASS, OF MASSIVENESS A DRILL SARGENT WARDEN HIDING YOUR FEARS AT BEST AND THERE ARE THESE CHIPS AND PIECES I'M SCRATCHING TRYING TO GET THROUGH BUT SECONDS AFTER I'VE TURNED AWAY YOU'RE ALL HEALED UP AND AS GOOD AS NEW AND I'VE GOT SO, SO MUCH MORE CHIPPING TO DO SO TELL ME THE SECRET OR DO YOU EVEN KNOW AND IF I EXERCISE THE STRENGTH THAT I'VE BEEN GIVEN, WILL A WHITE WOMAN ARMS YOU'LL YEARN TO GO. THEY MADE YOU STRONG , THEY HOPED YOU'D FORGET AND WE HAD TO MAKE OURSELVES STRONG SO THAT WE WOULD NEVER FORGET AND I CAN NOT DENOUNCE MY STRENGTH NOR CAN I IGNORE YOURS IT IS OURS, IT IS OUR BLESSING AS WE HAVE RIDDEN THE WAVES LEADING TO TREACHEROUS SHORES BUT MAYBE YOUR LOVE COULD SOFTEN ME AND MAYBE MY LOVE COULD SOFTEN YOU AND FINALLY TWO BATTERED BROKEN SOULS CAN FIND PEACE AT LAST COMING TOGETHER MAKING ONE WHOLE AND NEW. Lataisha Nicole It’s come to be the hardest goal to accomplish for the black woman, loving and obtaining love from the black man. there is no man in my world except the black man this is not a racial statement, but it is fact and not fiction that in my life the black man is the only man that I can trust I look at him and know that he has no desire to just conquer or experiment, I’m more than just a token in his eyes, for the black man we represent a realness, his grandmother, mother, his sisters and his daughters not to mention the slough of aunts and cousins and nieces that he will love and be loved by, however in saying that I must also say that though I have no desire to love an un trusting hand I'm also eluded to how to love a black man a man who has watched his father go away left to be raised by the women in the camp and then after being raised expected to then stay and protect the camp and those who raised him in this white man's world we as women expect so very much from our black men, we yearn a protection and a security that we have never known, most of us, from our own fathers so we look to our husbands, boyfriends and significant others to pick up where daddy left off admittedly the pressures mount so high to eventually at some point we push them out and away they either leave us completely or their out working all day or they’re on the block all night but constantly they're out there doing something, something that will make everything alright and be it will or fate we all have the chance of looking into their eyes as they stand behind cold iron gates as we are left to absorb pain and yet somehow understand why the black man has never really belonged to us them beautiful black men who we often blindly trust as they seemingly have no real regard for us but black man there are definite reasons, we black women love you and why we will continue to love you no matter how hard or how trying it becomes because all we know to do from the beginning of time is love you what else could we, taken from your rib be expected to do. I just wish that you could love us too.