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Dear Black Men..


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. 


Hold your head up! One thing is for certain, if judgement is not handled here on Earth for your/our injustice, there will come a time when we all have to give an account for all deeds done on Earth. Judgement day is coming! So no, you may not see justice no matter how  many rallies  take place, but my God is taking account for each and every innocent life that is taken unjustly. Justice will be served!



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