Dear Black Man
Expecting you to do it all is where we went wrong.
Expecting you to be abused but stay silent.
Hurt, but remain quiet.
Stressed, but remain strong…
We want you to show us what it looks like to be a KING
but some of us aren’t even on the road to being a QUEEN
some of us we want you to bring the food, money, love, & protection
to a table that’s broken and filled with baggage
but parade for social media like we are the entire package
We want you to lift us up when we’re down, allow us to be ourselves, spoil us, work hard, & be the strong one
But half the time we can’t even be your peace at the very least…
& then every time you step outside that door…
You’re a target.
You’re the blame.
You’re never the victim..
always the villain.
You’re skin is your biggest threat.
The entire world is against you..
But we expect you to suck that shit up.
Work hard, KEEP working hard. Your family needs you.
Therapy? Nigga you weak…..
Ain’t nothing to it but to do it.
Come on you got it.
You ain’t shit if you can’t provide for your family. You better break your back for this shit. Ain’t no excuses.
BUT WHO THE FU*K IS PROVIDING THE SUPPORT that is needed for him to withstand it all & not break?
Who’s lifting him up when he’s down, who’s keeping his mind at peace when the world around him continues to break him down to his knees
Who’s holding him when he has no where else to turn?
Who’s making sure his mental health is in check?
Who’s checking in on him often to make sure he’s not feeling depressed?
king we seek?
Black man, you are worthy.
You are worthy of peace.
You are worthy of love.
You are worthy of protection.
You may be broken, but I still see you.
You may be silent, but I hear you.
You feel unloved, but I love you.
The world needs you, black man. You are not your problems. You’re not the person who broke your heart. You are not your childhood. You are not your broken home. You are not your abusive parents. You are not the person who touched you inappropriately. You are not the person who blamed you for something you had no control over. You’re not the person who wrongly convicted you. You are not the person who shouted racial slurs at you. You are not the things this world says about you.
You are a walking melenated epitome of strength.
You are the wind at night that sings the birds to sleep.
You are the beauty in night sky.
You are the love that keeps us warm at night.
What an honor it is to walk this earth along side you.
You are not alone, black man.
We see you.
We love you.
7/12/2022 09:49:47 am
Speaking as a Blackman "Hebrew" we have a target on our back and wil always have a target on us, not by one nation but by many nations. That's why our love for each other suppose to be so strong. We don't just suppose to love each other but live inside each other complete each other, Black love suppose to shine like the sun on the cloudest day. Well written. I truly enjoyed this
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