I’ve been blessed to see what Agape looks like through the actions of paternal figures in my life. This love doesn’t seek reward but lifts up and produces its own return. This love is deep-seeded in kindness, reciprocity, grace and patience -mirroring the love that God has so granted us. I was taught from those who have departed this earth ahead of me, not to apologize for being my true and authentic self, that life is too short to live it unhappily, to take risks, be a light to/for others and lean on the Lord- always. In reflection, I am writing a poem to my future husband, father of my children – my life partner.
What you have shown me is the essence of noire – it’s abundant, opaque, rich, and resilient. Whole people who have decided to merge as one; we are able to connect and communicate indiscernibly to the naked eyes of others.
You are rhythm, I am rhyme.
We predict each other’s needs, support one another’s ambitions, share our dreams, create new ones – we shall traipse the world together.
In this oppressive dwelling we were taught to hate ourselves and hate one another but we see past the lies, so we decided to pull one over on them and love each other harder, better, stronger. We shall be undefinable.
I am the yam, you are the rice.
Abundant! From the Motherland, surviving through what has uprooted and shaken us. Despite, we decided to create beauty from it, feed our families with it, show our neighbors what it looks like to change generations by way of it. Love.
In my womb you make beauty – magnificence that this world does not deserve. It brings me angst knowing that the world will have a part in shaping what we created through our passion however; I know that you’ve got me and I’ve got you, so through it all we shall push past the limitations that society has placed upon us and thrive!
