What Are You Thinking?

Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate your compliment. I appreciate the willingness to express what you see or feel. I appreciate what it means, and I’m grateful that you noticed something about me…And as bleak this sounds, it’s not you, it’s me; I just don’t share your sentiment…You see a man, right? You see a black man. You see how he talks; you see how he walks. You see how he dresses; his sense and how he chooses to ‘carry’ himself. You see him as he appears, but how does he feel? How does he feel about who he is, or how he appears to be? And so, whether it’s about my physique or my stories or how ‘disciplined’ I am, I just don’t, you know, I never feel worthy of the praise. But to be polite, I’ll always offer an expression of gratitude, while within, I’d feel nothing but uncertainty.