A BLACK MAN Looking at the world and seen how it changed. Thinking, wondering why me, a black man is always to blame. Struggling, trying to get by on the streets, felling like the white man is always trying to take something from me. Don't regret anything I did to keep me and my family alive, feel like I had to keep the white man happy to stay alive. I do have one thing and that's my dignity, that's one thing I got nobody can take from me. Again yall this ya gurl miss-no-love. This is my second poem I wrote since the first one I did "Untitled". Tell me what yall think.