Diary of a Black man, my life has been worse than the heat of the desert sand. My mother died from blows to the head from her boyfriend. I had to go to therapy, because life on earth has been bad for me, and I lost the one and only person that had ever shown they cared for me. This almost drove me crazy, and I thought it was the end of the world for me, because I miss my mom on holidays, putting up our Christmas tree. My dad never wanted me. He walked out when I was only three, he tried to drown me in the bathtub, but my mom saved me. I was brought up on food stamps, so poor I couldn’t take it anymore. I was ashamed to spend the food stamps at the grocery store.
In the winter we never had heat, which made it very hard to eat. The electricity was always cut off, it was so cold I would shiver in my sleep. This is the diary of a Black man, many Black babies were pulled out of trash cans, and many of our youth fell short of becoming a man. They were gunned down by the ignorance of the Negro Ku Klux Klan. No one has the right to kill a man. It’s like hell all across the land and it’s no better in the motherland, but I wouldn’t trade being Black for any other brand. I will lift my head and be the best man that I can. I never had a father figure to be that kickstand, or to teach me how to be a man. I hide behind a false pretense so no one knows who I really am. But, even without a father in my life, I still can become a man.