Dear Deficient Black Men,
you need to get it together.
seriously.
and i say this with all the Love in my heart and help in my hands, but you really need to make the effort to curb this deficiency, and get. it. together.
your children are losing. in all this, your children are the victims. left with us without a dime or a 'see you later' to show for it, they are ambling along recklessly, learning their definitions of Man and Womanhood from each other, under the influence of misguided rappers and video vixens on TV screens.
we can try. and, we do. to the best of our sometimes limited abilities, we are raising Black Men and Women. but a little boy who grows up without an image or notion of what a Real Man is, is one that will formulate his own, comprised of what little we can show him, the lost ones he sees in his everyday travels, and the media-created images of the unrealistic celebrities that every other little boy worships.
it hasn't been turning out the best, if you've not noticed.
it has to stop. this, has to stop. they need their Daddies.
and what about us? we need you. more than anything, a Black Woman needs God, and a Black Man. a Real Man to lean on. to have our back. to lead us. to encourage us. it's tiring being the strong SuperWoman all the time. the many unofficial titles and duties we encompass on a daily basis can become much at times. sometimes we just want to come home, have your strong brown arms wrap around us, and exhale as you tell us everything will be okay, because you got us, you Love us. that, is what we need at times.
and i know it's hard for you. the societal pressures that you face ach and every day are tremendous. i won't deny this. the world expects little success and much failure from you. but your counterparts who are managing to be productive, responsible, Loving Men are suffering from the shadow of your tainted image.
let us be your safe haven. let us be that warmth after a day spent in the cold world. let us be the balm that soothes. enough of the name calling. enough of the objectifying. enough of the mindset that us women are only of use to you when an erection is beckoning us to relieve it. enough. we deserve more than that. we deserve you. all of you. just like you deserve us.
let us Heal. let us Pray. let us Love. let us Grow.
for with that, we are powerful. with unity we can change the world, or at least our small corner of it. without it, we are just 'those people', the products, yet embarrassments of America, clawing at each other endlessly, bringing and holding each other down.
so, let us Heal.
