Homage to The Black Man

I don’t remember a time I didn’t love black men. As far back as I can remember, I’d been scooped up and carried in their strong arms. Even today, there is nothing like that man’s mighty hold. His eyes are like hope feels to me. I used to offer job readiness coaching for young adults in an inner city nearby me. Here’s a secret: while facilitating my workshops, I’d often experience a private delight. I watched black man after black man sit in front of me, zoned out, disengaged and wanting to be anywhere but in a class setting. Then, something I’d say or do would force his eyes to look up and engage. <a href="https://medium.com/afrosapiophile/homage-to-the-black-man-40b9300f98d8">Website</a>