Defining one’s self is rough. Knowing who I am and being comfortable with that guy has been a lifelong work it seems. I’ve moved from identity being defined by others to self-definition all the way to being defined by God. This is rough work. And it doesn’t help when identity get’s bruised by the occasional lady clutter her purse in the fear I might snatch it or when you see the constant barrage of negative images in the media of people clothed in my color of skin. Being stopped by police officers for merely driving while black is real and does real damage to the identity defining of those being stopped and frisked…
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