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I do not consider myself a poet by any means, but I thought I'd share...

How could I love you? Strong. Mighty. Bold. Warrior. Protector. King. Dictionaries define strength as the power to resist stress and strain. I define strength as the soul of the black man. Powerful you are. Over centuries you have uplifted your people. You have built civilizations with your bare hands and held them up upon your shoulders. Beauty is defined through your eyes. Mountains move at the rumbling of your voice. You have withstood trials that would cause a lesser man to perish. You have rebuilt the nation of the very man that constantly labors to strip you of your dignity. Does he not know, his labor is in vain? The black soul exemplifies strength. The soul of the black man is strength personified. Fear is a distant notion when in your presence. A man speaks from ignorance if he calls you, my King, anything but. More precious than diamonds and gold you are. Strong. Mighty. Bold. My Warrior. My Protector. My King. How could I not love you? You are loved. You are exalted. Of all of God’s creations, there is none above you. I have learned the importance of strength by following your lead. Allow me, your Queen to share your burden.

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