Today I saw an older couple, black to be exact.
They were walking through the store together in love, as if they were wed this day.
As we left the store at the same coincidently, they walked to their car
– only 2 parking spaces away from mine.
I smiled as the nice man held his beautiful wife as they walked, giving her a side hug.
They stopped at their car and he kissed her forehead.
I knew that black love was special, but now I know for myself that it’s an honor:
To be black,
to be black in love,
to be in love with someone black,
and to be in love as a black couple.