The Tears of a Black Man

Black History, Black Mental Health: Trauma. Resilience. Triumph.

I’m a young black man Whose as strong as can be I do the best I can To stand on my own two feet

I was taught to be strong Never let the world see me weak But I’ve held my feelings for too long And the tears at night don’t help me sleep

I cry in the rain So no one sees my tears I hide all my pain Because not being a man is what I fear

I scream when it’s loud So it’s my pain you won’t hear In public I stand proud But weakness creeps when no ones near

I would open up if i could But i am alone on this walk Fear of being misunderstood Is the reason I don’t talk

I yet have so much potential My mind is filled with wealth Our people are so monumental But it’s time to invest in our mental health.

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