
Dear Black Men, I’m sorry That you feel pressured to defy stereotypes That you feel it’s weak to cry or show emotions That you feel worthless because you don’t make “enough” money That you feel that the weight of the world is on your shouldersThat you’re told that speaking your mind…. speaking your truth is wrong That you’re

It’s real, it doesn’t discriminate: whether you have all the money in the world or you’re broke, no matter your color. Unless you personally go through it, it’s hard to understand depression. It brings forth the hard truth that materialistic things don’t matter. Once upon a time, I thought and felt like I didn’t matter.
Independent in her own right Born and raised to be her own person But that doesn’t mean she don’t need nobody Intimidating to some and feared by most The power of her posture makes all stop and starve Jealousy surrounds those near her But no mind is ever paid to them Because she knows her