Please, God, no more yelling,
no more trips to the woodshed.
Have pity on me and heal my feeble body.
I’m so starved for affection.
Can’t you see I’m black-and-blue,
beat up badly in bones and soul?
God, how long will it take
for you to let up?
Break in, God, and break up this fight;
if you love me at all, get me out of here.
I’m no good to you dead, am I?
I can’t sing in your choir if I’m buried in some tomb!
I’m tired of all this—so tired. My bed
has been floating forty days and nights
On the flood of my tears.
My mattress is soaked, soggy with tears.
The sockets of my eyes are black holes;
nearly blind, I squint and grope.
When stress got to be too much for Sangu Delle,
he had to confront his own deep prejudice:
that men shouldn’t take care of their mental health.
In a personal talk, Delle shares how he learned to handle anxiety
in a society that’s uncomfortable with emotions.
As he says: “Being honest about how we feel doesn’t make us weak.
It makes us human.”
Sangu graduated with a Bachelor of Arts (Highest Honors) in African Studies and Economics from Harvard College, a Doctor of Law from Harvard Law School, and a Masters in Business Administration from Harvard Business School.