O'hene' (a Love letter to HER KING)
O’hene’ An Ode to the Sons of Kings You rise each morning with the weight of the world on your chest. And still — You rise. Unshaken. Bold. Unfurled. Black man, you are strong. Resilient. Carved from stone and fire. Capable of walking through storms that don’t even bother to call your name. But you answer them anyway — with courage. A Black man’s skin...Your Skin is rich as soil — deep, rooted, royal. Each scar? A story. Each step? A sacred place. You don’t just carry history... You are history. Because your ancestors didn’t die — they dreamt of you and they dreamt of me . We are the promise they whispered in chains. You are the prayer they buried in cotton fields. You are the sunrise they never got to see. But I see you And I hope you see it every morning when you look in the mirror. You are worthy . Of love that sees you whole. Of respect that doesn’t shrink your soul. Of joy — not in pieces. Of rest — without guilt. Of light — without askin...