I remember the first time I experience black love, she would wake me up in the morning to get me ready for school and then at night would sit me at the dinner table and fix me a plate. It was always an oversized plate. I felt like I was eating for 5. I had the rolls on my back to prove it.
She was not backing down on the love she had to give and I appreciated her for it. She will always be a part of me and I a part of her.
I thank God every day for her. Now this is what I call Black Love.