Black Man (Brotha to Brotha)
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Black Man (Brotha to Brotha)

February 2026
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Black Man..

Brotha to Brotha, are you ok?

I'm asking a serious question..

I'm seeing more of us attacking our women online,

I'm seeing more of us engaging into women topics,

I'm seeing more of us arguing with women over things that lack substance..

I'm hearing more of us aligning ourselves with an open racist in office..

Are we a movement or are we tap dancing?

We don't have to yes sir massa for a seat at the table,

Create our own table..

I'm asking again, black man are we ok?

This ain't a thread, this is a mirror.

Look at us..

debating podcasts instead of policy,

arguing algorithms instead of ownership,

loud in comment sections, silent in city halls,

protecting feelings of white men

while our sisters carry the weight of the world

and still get blamed for the cracks.

When did we start confusing masculinity with resentment?

When did discipline become soft?

When did reading become feminine?

When did protecting Black women become optional?

You don't sound strong tearing down the ones

who birthed you, fed you, marched for you,

bailed you out, prayed you through.

We used to build institutions.

Now we build opinions.

We used to study strategy.

Now we study outrage.

We used to move as units.

Now we move as egos.

Our ancestors didn't dodge dogs, bullets, chains, and prisons

for you to cosplay oppression online

while shaking hands with the same systems

that profit from your confusion.

They weren't perfect, but they were disciplined.

They read.

They organized.

They built schools, banks, movements, patrols, kitchens, futures.

Black man..

stand up.

Stand for something bigger than your pride.

Stand for your family.

Stand for your community.

Stand for a future that requires sacrifice.

We don't need saviors.

We need builders.

We don't need approval.

We need alignment.

We don't need permission.

We need discipline.

Our ancestors are calling,

not whispering.

Calling.

So I'm asking you one last time,

brotha to brotha..

are you ok?

If not, wake up.

Get in line.

Build something.

Protect Black women.

Protect Black children.

Protect your name.

Black man..

stand the fuck up.

— Guy B. Duhon Jr.

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