Black Men Love Flowers

In the heart of the city, where shadows roam,
Black men move with strength, a silent poem.
Their mystery cloaked in the night's embrace,
Yet within beats a tender, gentle grace.

Society's gaze, a relentless glare,
Paints them with colors they didn't wear.
But beneath the mask, beneath the hours,
Black men too, love delicate flowers.

In the hardness of life, they stand tall,
Yet yearn for the softness, they hide from all.
For in petals and blooms, they find release,
A moment of peace, a sweet, gentle breeze.

Roses whisper secrets, lilies confide,
In their presence, even the toughest bide.
For flowers know not the color of skin,
Only the soul that resides within.

So let us embrace, let petals unfurl,
And see the beauty in black men's love for flowers. Strength and vulnerability intertwined,
In the garden of life, may their softer side find.