Boys Don’t Cry

Poignant. Honest. And needed.

I’ve known that “edge”. This year is probably the most I’ve ever cried in my life. In church, in the car, in the shower. It’s basically been a purge of all the emotions I was too embarrassed or too scared to release. I respect how so many spaces online are becoming more open to starting a dialogue specifically around black men and our silent fragility.

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