I had a conversation a while back with my younger brother. He explained to me his mental state and the pain he endures day to day and how he tries to balance it with the situations that come his way. In the black community we brush disorders (physical or mental) under the rug when it afflicts someone in our family or someone we may know. Suffering from a form of PTSD, I decided to write this poem in honor of those who do and do not speak about it. This is for my brother’s and sister’s 💜

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