The life of a black man is no easy task and this is to not undermine black women because I know very well how hard they have it. It's like it feels as if my very existence is called into question, I'm faced with some overly excruciating challenges and the tools I've been given aren't near enough to conquer the challenge. I'm suppose to project this role of utter confidence, unbreaking no weakness, I'm dominant, they can't see my weakness I have no weakness . I only face these realities rarely because I know venting does me no good it offers no solutions, I need answers and those answers aren't provided so I keep on moving forward until these weights can be lifted.
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