Dear blk Boy Joy,
They've tried to tear us apart my love. The family, loyalty, and legacy we -and those before us-meticulously created and crafted; dishonored by foreigners. Our unbreakable bond, the product of contribution by a plethora of brown hands, somehow destroyed by pale ones.
When they stole me from you, I could hear your cries for me. Your tears fell from my eyes. I sensed your heart break and mine broke too. They touched me in places that belonged to you. That are only for you. Could you hear me? Could you hear my screams for you? They were the kind of screams that lingered in your throat and refused to leave.
I wasn't strong enough. You'd always admired my strength and how it matched yours. Yet, I broke so easy. Cracked, exposed, raw. I broke so easy. They weren't you. They aren't you. They will never be you.
A deep abyss of dark brown eyes, so mysterious. Skin like midnight, moon, and magik. Unmatched strength. You are my warrior and I am your protector.
My love, have you abondoned me? I will never disrespect you. I will never forsake you in this land of foreigners and fire. I love you, my heart beats and bleeds for you. It's only you. Only you. Only you.
I love you. I do not wear you like a trophy. You are not a tool. You are more than an entertainer. Why can't you see, that they are not me? They will never be me. A cloud of hair that eludes the basic law of science. Warm amber eyes that enchant you. A sharp tongue and shaper mind. It's only me. Only me.
Have you forgotten who you were created for? You were created for me. To caress me. To care for me. To fight for me. And I was made for you. And I remember. I will never forget that I was made out of your rib. That I was designed to complement you. To be the strength to your weakness. How could I forget you my King?
I've vowed to protect you, to cherish you, to shelter you, to love you wholly and divinely. I refuse to fracture my covenant to you, my ancestors, and my God. You are mine and I am yours. Until the end of time.
Love,
blk Gyal Magik
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