To the ones who think love is optional therapy:
Do not be your trauma translators or surrogate fathers. Do not return seeking “protection” after chasing proximity to whiteness or validation from the exotic. Do not expect us to carry your pain with precision when you never learned how we bleed.
We are not here to absorb your rage, validate your desirability, babysit your self-worth, carry your burden of belonging, or cleanse your shame.
If you only turn to us when you’re broken, do not confuse that for healing. Stop loving us like bandages; start loving us like boundaries. Arrive whole.
If you did not choose us in clarity, do not cling in chaos.
If you have only wanted us as fallback, as comfort, as proof....ou have wanted control, not connection.
Black love is not a stopgap. It is not a shadow for your unfinished reckoning. Our hearts are not a rehearsal for the pain you never processed elsewhere.
Love us fully, or leave us sacred.
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