Letter to Our Black Women from Our Black Brothers in the Height of Crisis

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Dear Black Women,

I come to you as a Black man and I cannot speak on the behalf of all Black men, but as I speak to you I want you to know that we love you, as well as value all the hardship you have gone through with not just dealing with all we have put you through, but also raising us from boys to kings.

There are not enough words to fully express the gratitude that we have for you, but we hope that you have stood by us long enough to understand. You are the womb, the bearer of our existence, the Queens to our foundation, the nurturer to our kids, and simply without you we wouldn’t exist.

The reason I am penning to you this open letter is to tell you sorry because right before your eyes the Black man existence is becoming extinct and we fear that we may not be here long enough to tell you these words or help you grow our family. We know you have been our backbone in our most trying times and our umbrella when we felt the world held rain clouds over us.

We want you to tell our sons we’re sorry we couldn’t be there to teach him how to become a man, or how to show him which direction he should shave in, or even give him fatherly advice talking to a girl he likes. We want you to tell our daughters we’re sorry we couldn’t be there to fight those monsters under her bed at night, or sip tea and eat cookies with her at tea time with her stuffed animals, or even tell her all little boys are bad and daddy is only man who will always love her.

Lastly, to you my Queen, I’m sorry I will not be there as the provider to our household. I’m sorry I will not be there to greet you at door to take your bags and hear about how your day at work was. I’m sorry I will not be there with you at night to hold you close in our bed and tell you I love you and thank you for making me a better man. I pray that that the time we have spent with you was cherished just as much as we cherished each moment with you. Tell our story on how we were and what we strived to be and become. Do not let them slander our existence about past mistakes as we overcame those wanting to be a better us for you. Do not let them silence our voice tell the story of how we held our heads up high and walked like Kings.


A Strong Black Man

Curl J. Louis
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Born in New Orleans, LA on 11/12/1983 (I'm an 80's baby). Served 8yrs in the Air Force Reserve served during Iraqi Freedom is currently a Warehouse Supervisor for Babies R US Attended Southern University (Go Jags) studied Business Marketing with minor n pre-law Interest: reading books from Eric Jerome Dickey to Sister Souljah,writing poetry n currently working on a poetry book called Predetermined Thoughts of the Mind, traveling to different parts of the word especially the islands, listening to music from Rap/R&B to Neo-Soul anything that intrigues the mind, spending much quality time with my daughter Akaiya, going out with friends enjoying the good life.

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