Black Poetry : A Man In Sheep's Clothing

A real Man does what he says
His word is his bond
And he lives by a “Do Right” creed
As he matches word to deed.

A real Man won’t use another
To throw darts of poisoned spite
A real Man won’t send in a decoy
To take his place
In his own instigated fight

A real Man won’t hide behind doors
Peeking out only to check the scores
On childish “T!t for Tat”
A real Man won’t cry “Foul!”
When he swings & strikes out at bat

Now, if you can’t tell the difference
Here’s a clue to aid your view….

For any action he may undertake
He has to practice and rehearse
For he's always a fake and a coward
Who shouts the loudest in
His "I'm a REAL MAN" empty verse...

Now, my mother often taught:
That it’s a sure mark
Of a sorry excuse of a man
Who'll throw a rock
And then, hide his hand!

On this, my friend
You can surely bet
For, I've never seen this lesson
Fail me yet.

In the Spirit of Sankofa and the Truth!

cherryblossom,

Thank you, Clyde!

And Thank God for blessing me with a mother who taught me well.


Discernment is a beautiful thing!

In the Spirit of Sankofa!

Not a problem cherryblossom, no not at all. And thank God for your mother, and a well done job.

Very Nice Flow
Sister cherryblossom