#youngblackmen

Message from TrelltheTrainer on the Gram:

Etiquette isn’t performative. It’s not about who’s watching. It’s who you are when no one is.”

Holding doors. Saying thank you. Speaking with respect. Being clean, punctual, and composed.

Not for applause. Not for validation. But because discipline shows up in the details.

I feel trapped sometimes, or like I’m caged in, or in a box. Some examples: Going to a job that doesn’t allow me to do what I’m passionate about (but what am I passionate about? We’ll get into that soon), taking 8 hours out of my day to work with others who does not stand for justice or equality, who probably could care less about black people, so I know they don’t give a fuck about me. Or putting on a face or a persona about myself in order to receive validity from peers (even though we may say we don’t do this, PSYCHOLOGICALLY WE REALLY DO THIS), but it’s not our faults, we’ve been systematically brainwashed. I am different, if I have to starve instead of being a slave I’ll do it. But I believe that God allows us to find our passion, and through that we’ll never be a slave again.

I want to go to an island, rid my body of all this shit I’ve been eating and all of the unnatural water I’ve been drinking, delete all of my social media, meditate (praying), and I wanna try yoga (although I’ve never done it). The world is so corrupt, I hate it. It’s main purpose is to kill us. That’s fucked up.

I want to be able to use my voice for something I feel strongly about. Speak justice into existence. I want to teach and lead my younger brothers and sisters, I don’t want to teach them what our schools or society is teaching them, but everything opposite of that which they do not want them to learn or know. I want to be part of rebuilding the black community, teaching and taking care of our babies, keeping our families alive and healthy, communicating with one another, and work on destroying the very thing that is killing us. Ask someone that really knows me, when it comes to discussing the betterment of my people, and approaching and demanding justice, I could talk for hours about it.

I’m tired of seeing the same shit, too. I could go on and on about what that means, but it’s just too much to write down. Everything is fake, people, money, perception. The world is just evil, full of murder, rape, distortion, and greed.

Yeah, I really want to be free, and live a rich life. Not a rich life in a materialistic sense, but rich in family, love, and happiness. And most of all knowledge, I WANT TO KNOW! I’m always searching for the meaning of something and why it happens the way it does.