Music to My Ears...

I love the sound of a black man’s laugh.

Random I know but look at the blog title.

Not just any laugh, that hearty uncontrollable laugh. The one that reminds you of a child when they have been tickled. That laughed that isn’t strained because they carry the weight of the world on their shoulders. The laugh that comes from their gut, that rises past the knots in their stomach from their every day worries.  A REAL laugh.

That laugh brings joy to my heart. Every day you deal with men who don’t let you in. Who guard themselves from love, and have put on a front for so long, they themselves believe they are made from steel instead of flesh. They feel like the world is against them and they are a one man army. They smile because it gets fewer questions than frowns. Strain a chuckle because it’s what’s expected. Feign a laugh because it makes sense.

But when a black man laughs. TRULY LAUGHS. There is no sense in that… but its perfect. You hear the worry melt away, the stress float away in the air. You hear the child that they may have never had a chance to truly embrace. You hear happiness.

You hear their humanity.

Even for a few seconds… It’s a few seconds of hope.

So next time you hear a black man laugh… truly laugh....from your father, your brother, you lover, your friend… close your eyes and soak it in. It’s like a perfect melody that can never be recorded.