Some may not celebrate your beauty. Some ridicule your black skin; they mock your thick coils and tendrils. Some wish to extinguish your voice. Some may deny that your life has value. But to me, my black sons and my black daughters, you are precious, adored, cherished, and treasured. Never forget that despite what this cold, cruel world may say.

I love you. I see you. I will take care of you. You are mine, and my love for you spans as deep as the oceans and as tall as the highest mountain peaks.

These affirmations declare my eternal love for you. Write these words upon your heart. Let these utterances mend the holes and fragments once made by hate.

I love you. I see you. I will take care of you for as long as my life allows.