Woman cries while a blackman fucks her
Mom and son
My son is home from school.
We say "I love you" to each other at the end of every phone call, and every time we part.
Because in terms of my heart, Alex makes it swell.
I didn't cry or whine in the face of hurtful words and actions.
Thanks to the strong black men in my life, I've always had the will to fight.
He knows about Alex and has met him a couple times.
Sometimes I cry in bed thinking about how much I love my son and how thankful I am for Alex.
And honestly, I've never come close to shedding a tear for the people who look like me and are locked up as many as five times more often than whitesnor the roughly two out of five black children who live in poverty.
I, on the other hand, always check in no matter how busy I am.
I cried in front of moms in their updos and little girls in braids and berets.
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But I have seen him yell, his voice growling with a rabid intensity.
Lately, I've been taking a different approach:
Phrases like "men can't cry" and "don't be no punk" have come rolling off my tongue so fast they've felt rehearsed.
So why do I feel like I could do better?
My failure to see my mother for all of her strength and virtue earlier is one of my life's greatest regrets.