I want the shoes, the shoes I want.
I want the black man.
But if I can’t see a man in a running shoe, I will not want to live in this world.
I want to watch black men running.
I want them to get me down.
I know I cannot do it alone, but I am a black woman, so I have to do it.
But I have always felt a part of the problem.
I was taught from an early age to be self-conscious about my race and my identity.
There is something about black women that always makes me want to hide and not be seen.
For many, I am seen in a way I am not.
I am constantly reminded that I am an outsider and my race is a problem.
And when I wear a white shoe, it makes me feel like I am in a ghetto, and I cannot see black men, and I am ashamed to be black.
I feel that I have a duty to tell people about my story.
But it is not a problem that I can solve by myself.
I am working with black men and women to change that, but at this point, the only way is by others.
You can see a full gallery of the shoes here .
The video of the run can be found here
