How can I awake to life of lies untold masked by truths unfulfilled? I am a dying breed, a man, a black man! The skin I wear everyday to the naked eye looks smooth and unrelenting. No one can see the pain in my mind as I struggle to hold onto the farce grip of society’s reality.
BET has left me with no choice but to turn off my spirit and be left with this Frankie and Neffie reality. Where is the star power? My people are showing fallen stars. How can I reach for new heights when falling stars are blowing up my visions in the sky?