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DaeThePoet1
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I may feel lost in the dark, but I refuse to stay blind to the light, As a young Black man, I know I always have to fight. Even when I’m stressed and problems arise, I remind myself happiness is near wherever peace lies. Faith is the key when my road feels long, When I feel weak but I still try to stay strong. Even with a heavy heart, I can learn how to heal, Even in my broken moments, I can still feel real. I carry more weight than most people see, But I keep moving even when life slows me. Pressure on my shoulders, but I don’t fold, I turn my pain into wisdom, my hurt into gold. There’s power in me they can’t take away, Even in struggle, I’m learning to stay. So I breathe through the storm and try to align, I am not what I’ve been through—I am still divine. And when it gets hard and I don’t understand, I remind myself I’m rising as a young Black man.
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Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 8:48 PM UTC
"Young Black Man" by DaeThePoet
I may feel lost in the dark, but I refuse to stay blind to the light, As a young Black man, I know I always have to fight. Even when I’m stressed and problems arise, I remind myself happiness is near wherever peace lies. Faith is the key when my road feels long, When I feel weak but I still try to stay strong. Even with a heavy heart, I can learn how to heal, Even in my broken moments, I can still feel real. I carry more weight than most people see, But I keep moving even when life slows me. Pressure on my shoulders, but I don’t fold, I turn my pain into wisdom, my hurt into gold. There’s power in me they can’t take away, Even in struggle, I’m learning to stay. So I breathe through the storm and try to align, I am not what I’ve been through—I am still divine. And when it gets hard and I don’t understand, I remind myself I’m rising as a young Black man.
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They tried to name my limits like they knew my strength, tried to measure my worth in struggle and pain’s length. But I learned early—what breaks some men only sharpens the will of where I begin. I’ve been counted out in rooms I still walked into, spoken over like my voice couldn’t cut through. But silence never suited me, I learned to speak in time, even when the world said my peace should stay confined. I carry weight they don’t see when I’m standing still, pressure in my chest, but I bend not will. I’ve had nights where hope felt far from reach, but I turned survival into something I could teach. No, I don’t fold when life gets loud, I don’t disappear when I stand in a crowd. If I fall, I study the ground I hit, then rise with a lesson in every bit. They thought I’d break—I learned to rebuild, with every scar I earned, something stronger was filled. Not perfect, not untouched, but real and awake, a man who understands what it costs to break. So I stand—not because life was light or kind, but because I refused to leave myself behind. And even when the world tries to pull me down, I rise in silence… still wearing my crown.
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Apr 27
Apr 27, 2026 at 8:36 PM UTC
"Still I stand" by DaeThePoet
They tried to name my limits like they knew my strength, tried to measure my worth in struggle and pain’s length. But I learned early—what breaks some men only sharpens the will of where I begin. I’ve been counted out in rooms I still walked into, spoken over like my voice couldn’t cut through. But silence never suited me, I learned to speak in time, even when the world said my peace should stay confined. I carry weight they don’t see when I’m standing still, pressure in my chest, but I bend not will. I’ve had nights where hope felt far from reach, but I turned survival into something I could teach. No, I don’t fold when life gets loud, I don’t disappear when I stand in a crowd. If I fall, I study the ground I hit, then rise with a lesson in every bit. They thought I’d break—I learned to rebuild, with every scar I earned, something stronger was filled. Not perfect, not untouched, but real and awake, a man who understands what it costs to break. So I stand—not because life was light or kind, but because I refused to leave myself behind. And even when the world tries to pull me down, I rise in silence… still wearing my crown.
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