Love is Waiting

I’m here, waiting to be recovered, waiting to be restored.
You were taken from the dark continent, betrayed,
transported and enslaved, and shamed.
Men disgraced, women demeaned, children disregarded.
And in the process, I am diminished.
I am Black Love, waiting to be recovered, waiting to be restored.

I’m here, waiting to be recovered, waiting to be restored.
You were freed from the scourge of subservience,
but it still has a hold on you, taking a toll on you
Men downtrodden, women degraded, children disregarded.
And in the process, I am devalued.
I am Black Love, waiting to be recovered, waiting to be restored.

I’m here, wanting to be restored
as the core of your lives – a people displaced.
I’m here, wanting to be recovered
to anchor your lives as a people embraced.

I’m here, while you struggle to understand me.
I’m here, while you juggle and mishandle me.
I’m here, as you sift through the myths of my being.
I’m here, as you realize the gift of my meaning.

I’m here, where I’ve always been:
in the shadows waiting to be recovered.
I’m here, where I’ve always been:
dismantled waiting to be restored
I am Black Love, and I am where I’ve always been.
Here, waiting.