The Black Man…Public Enemy Number One
With a life
expectancy
Less than it should
be
Imprisonment of
Mind
Body
And soul
For each day
Each breath he takes
They want
Need to lock him in
A hole
In a suit and tie
Or jeans and a t-shirt
Their thoughts and
feelings
Revealed in their
eyes
Not relegated only to
Whites or blacks
But some black
females
Have gotten in on the
act
With life
expectancies
Less than a quarter
Roadblocks at every
Portal
So
Grip your purses
Hold tight to your
disdain
Claim that you
understand
No matter what
It remains
The hunted
Disenfranchised
Prisoner of war
Journey of a black man
From the
chocolatezeus collection 3/28/17 ©
It is cute to think that the world is this more equal and better place but I am a black man in the modern day and I can tell you that things have not changed that much.
Even with education there is the need for society and others to keep their boot on the back of my neck as much as possible.
Add to that the struggle, conflict and same type of responses from some black females only drives home the plight of being a black man even more.
I am educated.
World traveled.
Diverse.
Skilled.
Articulate.
These traits make them cringe and cower in fear because I am not the hood black guy with the pants off his ass slinging drugs. I am the man giving others instructions, while maintaining multi million dollar projects.
When we as black men move beyond what they see us as being in our place it creates a need to destroy, wage war on us and cage us to make themselves feel better. To maintain their class and economic system.
But the problem is that you can't stop us from growing, evolving and achieving no matter how many roadblocks you set up. Some of us won't be the complacent, endentured servants that you seek to keep
I am a black man.
The one thing you hunt and fear so deeply that it makes you secure everything and anything of yours because you won't always keep us underneath..
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