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Time Travellin' #2
The exact year of this letter isn't actually on it, just the month and day.
This one is fun for me because it shows the idealism in my romantic notions, and how they've been created from paying attention to the souls of Black folks. This is brief, an excerpt, but my favorite part of the letter.
It's the 14th, still March.
In the world I've created for my self I have this man, a survivor, much like Man from Rosewood. A man who finds a way to be who he is and uphold his own beliefs. I have a man who is devoted to family. I mean like family was when Black folks was happy they was allowed to be family again. I have a man who will don the suit when the suit works for him, or pick up the broom when he has to, if that's the difference between his family eatin or starvin. I have a man who will come home and make me wanna holla. I have a man who will help me create strong men and women. I have a man who will build me a porch wing and patch shingles on the roof and cook when I'm nursin babies and love my mama cuz sometimes it's hard for me to and stand up to my daddy and not take no shit off no White boys and who won't spend time on his knees beggin nobody (but when he gets on his knees will make me beg (smile). I have a man who will let me see his tears and who can bring tears to my eyes simply because I love me some him.
Funny. I haven't thought about this in a long time. But when I read it, I realized this part of me hasn't changed.
Watch me move.