Dear black men,

I can't imagine what it must feel like to be you. If only your perspective was on display for the world to see and feel, maybe then you'd be understood.

They'd see a man who was both fetishized and feared by the oppresor for simply existing.

They'd see how meticulous you have to be to survive in a society that cares more about demonizing your character than recognizing your heart.

They'd see a man with a soft interior and a calloused shell, because from birth the world...