A Black Man’s Thoughts
- snlorde
- Jun 7, 2020
- 2 min read
Lately all I have been seeing is just black men dying. I don’t even need to watch the news to know that everyday another black man is dying. How many more times must we be wrongfully accused? Like a beast contained in a room the rubberband slowly snapped after no longer being able to take the pressure that was being applied…
“Oh how it is to walk outside in this skin that I’m in and wonder if I will make it back in.” Shameer Lorde
Those who ignore it and pretend it’s not a thing must not realize the world that we’re in. What do you tell to a group of people who are tired of being beaten, lied to, taken advantage of, used, and abused. Like a woman going back to her abuser here we are again. How many more “I Can’t Breathe”s do we need? I am asking sincerely. This is becoming to much to take and too much to handle. Sometimes I feel so numb and mad all at the same time.
Being a black man in this world is a different experience. My friends see me as that sweet guy who can be a jerk, they see me as a thug, no matter how dressed up I am this is mass perception, they unconsciously judge us. I wonder if we realize how much the media feeds into our perception of reality in this world we live in. Our perception is based on the information we see and that we choose to accept. I get high and think of ways of how I can change the world where we all coexist. What good is the hate we harbor? My mind ponders these thoughts. I want to be a father so everyday I am in this world I make sure to try and avoid any actions that can take that away from me. Even in the madness there’s some silence. Thoughts formulating, plans being made. No more will keep allowing ourselves to be the victim but to be the victor! American land of the free, yeah right, give me a break. Is it land of the free when every day they trying to find ways to literally keep us in chains? I swear I feel like I’m in a fucking apocalypse. Wanting to heal the world but just so frustrated. The government wants us divided and hating one another. You ever think of what was the purpose for these class systems?
POWER is what it is all about! How many times will they try to keep us from rising to the top?! Or better yet, how much longer will keep ourselves from greatness? Yes, I said it! There is too much talent within each of our melanated bodies. How about we come together build financial literacy, build our own communities, banks, systems. We need to be self sufficient and dependent on no one but us. There is so much to be said but maybe for another day until then be strong in this world. STAY SAFE.
-Your Fellow Black Man