Dear Black Man

Dear Black Man,

I’m sorry! I apologize for the stereotypes. I’m sorry that we have been programmed to hate and kill one another. Your options seem few selling drugs, going to jail or an early death. If you avoid those you end up working this slave system and everyday life seems like hell. I know you have got the weight of the world on your shoulders, and it hardly seems fair. You’re overworked, underpaid and not appreciated much, if at all.

You work hard and at the end of the day you come home all you want is a hot meal, a clean home and clean towel to dry off with. You want silence because the noise from work and your own thoughts have weighed you down.

You don’t want to raise hell just to have clean clothes to work a job you don’t really like. It pays the bills though, right? Even though it’s a struggle you stay because you’re used to not being valued. You don’t have someone in your corner that says I’ll hold us down let’s pursue what you love. What do you want to do? Who do you want to become?

I can’t tell you how sorry I am for every hurt and pain you have had to endure. For every tear you were told you shouldn’t cry because men don’t cry. For every disappointment, failure and fall you have taken. For the lies that are projected onto you from your own women. It seems almost too much to bear and yet you survive it all. At the end of the day, you suffer in silence because no one else understands. I don’t know what its like to be a man. I do know the feeling of working like a slave and the ones you provide for have no respect for what you do when it’s all for them.

I have this to tell you that the pain you feel is the pain the Most High feels multiplied, and you carry it because we refused to keep covenant with Him even after agreeing to do so.  You don’t have to hide yourself anymore, just be humble. Our ancestors agreed to keep the laws of the Most High and didn’t do it and we suffered the curses of Deuteronomy 28 just as Moses said we would.

Black men have been killed and treated in such inhumane ways. They have died faithfully protecting their wife and children. They were hung, tarred, feathered and set on fire. They have been humiliated so that others appear to be strong. They were deceived in thinking that what was cute was where it was at, but that time has passed now. I see y’all getting it together. I see y’all understand that the grass isn’t greener on the other side.

Turn back to the Most High break the cycle, break the curses and be strong in His strength and might. There is a war coming and you’ll be too tired to fight so learn what matters and do what’s right. I assure you that there is nothing quite like the so-called black man. Know this that when we treat Him right our relationships will be right because He said a wicked woman is a wicked mans portion.

With Love,

A strong black woman that only wants to be fragile.