Many may think, the liberation of the black man means the oppression of others.
But how can we give the world love
When the world don’t love us?
And we need to check each other for those times when we live foul.
Because a black dead-beat dad
Was once a broken black child.
Whose wounds are still fresh no matter how well dressed
Blessed is the king who wears the crown.
t’s a pivotal moment when you grab a handful of your not so thick ass and realize it’s just right for you. Like, just maybe it will bring all the boys who crave a leaner treat to the yard. You might also flex in the mirror and decide the extraordinary means necessary to have a torso like Michael B. Jordan’s no longer appeal to you. That’s where I am, hardly the next Human Torch at 5’8 and 140 pounds but finally okay with it. Coming to accept my skinny-fit frame has been an emotionally arduous journey of frantic dashes (wearing ankle weights, of course) to GNC, to the overpriced gym that direct debits from my checking, to the scale that is nothing if not consistent in telling me to have a seat. Here I am, trying to break my gym contract but also needing to break a common habit.
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