Black love won’t fit in no box
Or a circle, triangle, or square
Black love is too incongruent
Quite unsymmetrical, my dear
 
Black love won’t fit in no box
It doesn’t measure in teaspoons of generic
It’s weight too solid
Invisible to the untrained eye, a diminished relic
 
Black love won’t fit in no box
Transfixed in its infinite totality
With its enormous boundaries
Unsung in its enduring actuality
 
Black love won’t fit in no box
Effortlessly entangled in the legacy of struggle
Warped by boundless obstacles
It can’t be contained, rearranged, or smuggled
 
Black love won’t fit in no box
Beauty blackened by mutilated world pics
Edges sawed off by the hate of times lies
Still and so, painfully, aesthetically holistic
 
Oh no,
I tell you
Black love won’t fit in no box

**Originally Published: April 23, 2014

**Republished: April 10, 2015

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