I am a woman raising a man. And I admit that 70% of the time, I don't know what the fuck I'm doing. How do I teach a man, how to be a man? How do I give a man the insight he needs to be the best man he can possibly be? Why is it that, by virtue of me being a "strong black woman" (and really, what fucking CHOICE do I have) I am just expected to KNOW what to do to take this man-child to manhood? Where is the man who made this child with me? Why does he get to slack off EVERYDAY, but I get the side eye when I decide that I want to sleep in on Saturday? Why do I have to cry in private? Why do I have to hide my pain...frustration? They say "never let them see you sweat" well I'm sweating, dammit. I don't care who sees. I just want someone to hear me when the shit gets real and I need to vent. I ain't giving up...I just need to let it out.
Sometimes...I get tired, too.
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