Tears Speak For Me
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Today, I finally cried. After years of seeing black men murdered I finally cried. Why? Today, I felt justified. I felt like I had permission to feel what I have been experiencing. My classmates gave me the permission to sit in the emotions of Fear Uncertainty Discomfort Weariness Concern. I realized today I never stopped to ask my brothers, my dad, cousins or my nephew how they were doing. I have been afraid. I have been afraid to hear them tell me their pain, fear, and rage. I have been afraid the truth of their reality would only confirm how powerless I am, how powerless we are regarding how people view us. I cried because I really had no words to express what my soul was experiencing. I felt for my classmates. Perhaps, many of us are sitting in the same seats of uncertainty and we are seeking together to understand. I had two conversations with friends this week. One cried. Another told me they cried because they were so hurt. Although I understood what they w...