I’ve seen the pictures of how my people
Was beaten, brutalize just because of
Their color.
I’ve heard the stories of how our women were
*****, the whipped by the hands
Of the others.
I’ve felt the bruises of that razor blade of
A whip as it cuts deep into
My beautiful black tan.
So now I march along with the great leaders
Against racial violence,
Me, a Blackman.

I’ve heard my mother cry when the future
Got dark and cloudy and
Poses no hope.
I’ve watch my family fall to their knees
To pray after trying everything, they could in
This world, to cope.
I watched my brother sell drug and my sister
Her body just to make it through
Another day.
I’ve heard my friends speak of their prosperity
When they sat their pride aside and got down
On their knees to pray.
I’ve even watch myself become a victim of
Society and was left in this lonely world
Without a leg to stand.
I’ve stood on corners begging for what little
Change that anyone had to spare.
Yes Me, a Blackman.

I’ve heard the rumors of how my people was told
To run and then hunted and killed
Like a wildered beast.
I’ve been told the tales of the rice and gravy
Dinners on Christmas my people had, while on
Turkey the others feast.
I’ve listen to the songs many times over, felt the
Heartache that they sang, I’ve cried many
Times the same.
I’ve heard of how my people toiled in the blazing
Sun and worked their over exhausted bodies even
More as they were beaten by the rain.
Oh yes, I was one of the lucky ones to be born
In my day and age because technology has greatly
Improved before I was placed
On this land,
But I shall always remember – my children will,
Hopefully, do the same – that no matter where I go
Or what I do, I will always be
A BLACKMAN.