The Reaffirmation of Black Love

MY PRESIDENT IS BLACK…OBAMA!!!!!

(on to our regularly scheduled post)

I’m no mushy…sucka for love ass chick.

What an opening, but the moral of the story is…in regard to love and relationships and everything in between, I’ve always been a bit of a cynic. I mean always. If you know me, or have read anything I’ve written on the subject, you can probably cite this verbatim,but nevertheless…at the tender of age of 3…I informed the world (well my mother who passed the story along), but anyway, I proclaimed divorce the solution for any man that did not love his woman (I blame this on babysisters that watched Y & R on the daily).

This campaign…has changed my mind…slightly (c’mon cynicism isn’t easy to kill)…

While Barack and Michelle have served as a shining example of success against the odds, I can’t help but say that I have been totally and completely in awe of one special thing about them…the genuine love that they share. When that MAN looks at HIS WOMAN…there is no question that he is hers and that she is his.

In the age of of she’s got her own vs. mofos ain’t spit…it has been simply refreshing to watch the gentle caresses, tender embraces, and whispered I love yous.

I always feel like Tony Terry is playing in the background when I look at them,
“When I’m with you, I wonder why
People do stop and stare and smile at us
When I’m with you, the sun shines my way
Baby, our love reflects its rays of light on everyone in the world”

They’ve got sistas AND brothas all around the country yearning for their own Barack and Michelle moments. I was talking to my girl earlier and she said a line that I’ve heard from other women and kinda (yes kinda) thought myself, “Where is my Barack?”

My hope is that while he may not appear inexact Barack packing…that he be sent from HIM and that his love will be just as true (a nice tailored suit is also a bonus…lol).

Do I think the Obamas are perfect? No…c’mon now…EVERY facet of life (especially love) has its highlights and challenges, but in an age of Real Gold Digging Housewives (a boo boo kitty mess), tip drills, and everything else that our love is portrayed as…it is so good to see and FEEL something REAL.

Whitney Houston once said, “Black LOVE is REAL love”…thank you Michelle and Barack for that reminder yo…

(Side Note: I think they have shown us ALL what love is…love beyond the borders of race, color, or creed…it’s love in the purest form)

Now if only I could stop thinking about Bustin Windows and putting this Tahoe on flats…LMAO…I kid I kid….you know people do have to learn…lol

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