#blackunity
If even though we have new President elect !! We still need to know that Black Lives Still Matter and will always matter !!
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What of this ‘hood nigga?’ This…real nigga. These little boys posed as men. From what I’ve seen they are so lost. I cannot speak on such things without my own flaws being thrown back in my face. Many of which stem from the disappointment in what they believe makes them men. They spend hours on end playing a video game, passing money back and forth amongst each other. Whether they get together or not, no matter what day of the week they poppin bottles. All their money goes towards gambling, drinking and trying to look fly. Their kids, their women become an afterthought in the competition for who can pretend they ‘that nigga’ the most. I understand. Growing up surrounded by abandoned houses, liquor stores and overwhelming police presence can weigh heavy on a person. Mixed in with poverty and poor education, the brainwashing is easy. It’s sad to sit back and watch. I try to teach him what it is to be a family man, but do I really know? I’m not a man. I didn’t grow up with enough of a male presence to know. I only can go by what my pop pop and dad showed me. He’s come such a long way. But those poisonous habits will forever lay dormant in the back of his mind. And it’s only a matter of time before it starts rearing its ugly head again. I wish these black men could see what and who they really are. They would move so differently. In such a more positive vibrational way, without these walls built up so high that no one can get passed them. They would lead. They would see each other as kings and us as their queens. But here we are. Niggas and bitches. Hating each other. Functioning from our lower selves. Fueled by hatred, fearing vulnerability. And here I love my black man through it all.