Trying to understand

Im trying to understand.
The psyche of a man.
Im trying to understand.
Why he does all that he can.
To call himself your man.
But then when trouble comes he runs as fast as he can.
Why cant i understand?
My black man.
My black brother.
My black friend.
Why cant i understand the black man?
They are so diverse.
Yet so much the same,
They think for themselves.
Yet most dont use their superior brain.
Why do they say one thing and mean another?
Why do they say they want you, but in reality that want that other chick.
What do i need to have to make you love me?
Even though thats impossible because you cant make a man do anything.
But what i mean to say is what dont i have that the other woman does?
For starters, you.
But then again there's more.
If only you'd open that door, and learn to explore.
And look beyond my face and my body.
Discover my soul and my mind, and most importantly my heart.
My heart thats been locked away like hidden treasure, sending me on an endless search.
Looking for that one man that can unlock it, who has the matching key?
However I think theres more to the story.
A man needs to compromise.
But i know that i must try.
To be the woman that he sees.
That woman who will have his key.
The woman who will see his soul.
And treasure it like long-lost gold.
This will most likely occur when i finally understand.
When im done trying to understand.
When i completely understand, my black man.