we dont speak about pain because thats not what any wants to hear.
they want machismo. they want sports. they want fatherhood. they want bills paid..they want strength where there isnt any.
when a black boy stares at the ground something GOT em! some emotion done come and grabbed hold of him..
“whats wrong?” they ask.
Like he would tell them, everybody betrays their trust..everybody forsakes them. Crushed little black boys cant dance. cant swim. cant play..so they rob and steal. they sit on buses glancing out the window trying to keep pain down..
crushed little black boys DONT NEED FATHERS! THEY NEED LOVE, HUGS KISSES. REMINDERS THAT THEIR SELF WORTH AINT NOWHERE NEAR THEIR GENITALS.THEY NEED ENCOURAGEMENT. THEY NEED….THEY ARE NEEDY..
sensitive black boys dont exist because we turn them into monsters and then ask why theyre in pain.