A Black Man ~ I ~ (Thrust) From my Momma’s womb …Into a hostile room A Black man Way down in “Da Dirty South” Wooly hair’d A, somewhat, dirty mouth From the mouths of some, I’m known by many names: A poet An activist A changer of games Crossed treacherous terrain. Traveled stormy seas Hiked desert lands Climbed tropical trees Fought against those who’ve fought against me Domestics. Foreigners. “Adorn in Blue” police Just trying to reach my forefather’s dream Where “Justice for all,” is more than a thing…dreamed Tired of “Driving While Black” Being racially profiled Killed over traffic violations Or being exiled To An Eight-by-twelve cell Made to feel I was wrong …that I failed ~ II ~ Historically pictured neighborhoods I’ve roamed Hanging on the walls in Black people homes: Jesus John F. Kennedy Martin Luther King Copied Lord’s Prayer, and “I Had a Dream” Did you hear me? A blond hair’d, blue-eyed, fair-skinned Jesus Don’t resemble God’s description Don’t look like us Yet… In that man, WE trust (Like God didn’t know what His son looked like) All our spiritual Blackness, we dedicate To a Savior’s image we know to be fake Can you relate? I stand on the pRiNcIpLe of a history worth telling Deep in the “Starving Souls” of innocent youths, We be dwelling Please, my brethren, Hear me Stand for something…other than self Pursue worth, if you must, but don’t stand on your wealth Be Proud of what tomorrow is offered from you Let your heart be pure Your spirit, true Mr. Black Man ~ III ~ “My *****! My *****!” Cried little Boys in da Hood Trying hard to be da man Always up to no good It’s understood …America sees a brutha as the scum of the earth Baseball bat sized girth With no value…no worth Is that really what’s understood? A black man…always up to no good Our Kids are programmed from beginning to end Futures sabotaged for the white man’s ends The brave must fail Emotionally challenged can’t survive Drop outs Criminal minds Death…or prison lives Caught up in that “Pipeline to Prison” They’ve put our kids on Though our numbers have diminish WE’re not helpless, WE’re strong Society claims it’s their fault; Bad choices they made We know they succumbed to scripted plans big brother laid All participants played their role Orchestrating (sentenced) outcomes Victims unwittingly help this pipelined path that’s destined for some Mr. Policeman…da overseer Trying to keep me in line Handing out invitations to do prison time ~ IV ~ There’s a gangsta feel to every black man ‘til you’ve walked that mile You just can’t understand I’m da man “Chiseled steel,” We say it with pride If you’re down for the cause You’re down for the ride My friends I hold to a much higher worth Wouldn’t compromise my integrity; Wouldn’t ask me to do dirt Black Men Of the dark chocolate …The Ebony hue I’ve seen you Stepping and fetching Trying to imitate our presence Standing before us in wide-eyed reverence Hear me I’m the fading echo of a million years I buried my worries. Tossed away my fears We’re brash and boisterous coz we want to be heard The impetuousness of the rich The intelligence of the nerd I am one with all there were…or can be First man of all men The original That’s me A Black Man.