“One ever feels his two-ness – an American, a Negro; two souls, two thoughts, two unreconciled strivings; two warring ideals in one dark body, whose dogged strength alone keeps it from being torn asunder.” being black in america is more than exhausting. we live in a constant state of fear. running from what we could be so much so that we never get to exist within all that we are. in a world determined to clip our wings, where do we go from here?