Black Men,
I know it may not seem like you matter to this Godless society and the reality is, you don't. I have stood by, like most people, not really knowing how to respond to such tragedies. I have mourned, like these young men and women, were my husband, sons, father, niece , or nephew. I have prayed and interceded and have tirelessly lectured my children, all BLACK boys, you see.
I write this because I, unlike some, have to admit that I do not know what it's like to be you in this society. I don't know what it's like to have your black women being preferred over you because you look too "thuggish", "ghetto", or "black". I don't know what it's like to be emasculated in front of your children, wives, and families, even in your brutal deaths. I don't know what it's like to have to face a cold world each day not knowing whether or not you will return the same way you left.
I get it! I GET IT! I get that all you ever wanted was respect! I get that all you want is a fair chance in life. I get that at the end of the day, you just want to know that you matter...that your bare existence matters. I get that the majority of you are holding down jobs and taking care of your responsibilities. I get that many, like my husband, are raising your children, and have taken on the responsibilities of children that are not biologically yours. I get that some of you have made mistakes and some are still making mistakes! I get that at the end of the day, the harsh reality of your black skin, the black skin that can drive your woman women wild, is a threat and target to some.
Amen sister chick. I love it and will be sharing.
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