Our Generations Next Ruth and Boaz

The world is taught to

     fear and hate you.

          I am floored by your

majestic essence.

     You are beautiful, and

          I can't help but love

               you.

I think about your strength.

     I draw in a deep breath

          as I admire the

audacity of your swag.

     Watching you walk and

          taking in your presence

               is like seeing an awe-

inspiring work of art.

     There's nothing like

          beholding the beauty of

               Black men wherever it

is you dare to go.

     Yes, I said beautiful.

          That is what you are.

               No question about your

magnetic presence. You

     draw me in, and that is

          without ever speaking

               one word.

When you finally speak,

     it's as comforting as a

          flowing river listening

               to you espouse God’s

knowledge of King Solomon's

          Proverbs.

               You are beautiful, 

                    Black man.

The way you speak and think.

     I want to get close to

          you, as close as I can

               possibly get.

Teach me the ways of

     God as we build our

          impenetrable forever

               foundation.

I look at you and know

     you are a gift from God.

          I'm your rib, and you

               are the other half of

my soul.

     You, Black man, were

          designed to be a

               restorer of life, one of

Jehovah's royal priests.

     I think it's time for us to

          set our place in spiritual

and biblical history. 

     Maybe we could be

               our generation's

    next

Ruth and Boaz.

               The story continues...

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   Poem Written By: Chyrel J. Jackson    https://www.amazon.com/dp/1737046601