In loving him, I have learned him. I have learned his fears and his securities. I have learned his softnesses, his brick walls. I can know these things. My husband is a Black man, I have had to learn Black men to survive.
Why Lemonade Is For Black Women
Dominique Matti
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Admirable, but don’t most people of a class have issues that are unique to them that others may see and sympathize but not understand?

Does that make everyone complicit in that pain, or just a thing unfortunately unique to that class?

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