Being A Black Man In America Never Feels Safe

When I wake up in the morning, I tend to toss and turn and try to grab another 30 minutes of sleep. It feels like I never get enough.

Today was different. I woke up, looked around at the sunlight finding its way into the apartment, and headed to the bathroom.

As I looked at myself, I smiled.

LeRon, you are getting old, kid! I thought, as I turned my head and saw the greys in my beard and goatee.

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