There is something that I have been thinking about lately, I have been asking myself, are you lonely? why are you feeling so gloomy? Things are going well for you, aren’t they? Well to answer my own questions, no, I don’t know, and yes, things are going well for me right now. So what is the problem? Well since you want to know so bad, I am lonely, there it is, I am a lonely black man! When I was single it was easier surviving as an American Black male, I could hustle in various ways, I could settle for less, I could rest, it was much easier to give up, for it was easy playing the recurring bit role of the nigga that doesn’t care. But now that I am starring off broadway in the leading role of a married black man that cares deeply for himself and his family, the stakes are much higher. I have the house, the wife, the kids, and the cars, but can I keep them? Therein in the question is where my loneliness resides, in a dark, cold, and damp dwelling, where my echoes bounce off of the walls with the persistence of a mad man. Can I keep them? Can I keep them? Can I keep them? Fear, a strong emotion caused by great worry about something dangerous, painful, or unknown that is happening or will happen. I have learned to welcome fear, it is one of the most dangerous and unstable emotions that man has, but it has an energy that can be controlled and manipulated, it can be an ally in my war for survival. I fear not being able to provide for my family, so I woke up at 3:00 am every morning before my car accident, which I had on my way to work I might add. I fear losing my wife and best friend, so I show her nothing but love and respect, and I do not stray outside of my marriage. I fear drinking alcohol, so I refrain from indulging. I fear having another heart attack, so I changed my lifestyle and took on healthier eating habits. I fear that this life that I am so blessed to experience will mostly be a struggle due to the color of my skin, so I embrace my fears, for my fears will get me through.