I feel like Black History Month is a trying time for a lot of us in the Black dystopia because in theory it should be a time of pride and celebration of black accomplishments. Yet I often feel like when you grow up in the states even if you are in a majority black or diverse area you don't really learn about black history. You learn about black suffering and black struggle. Black History Month in the states is so American-centric and male-centric, that you lose a lot of perspective of the scope of black accomplishment.