Oct 2020
At the beginning of time
they saw him as a slave
Now, it’s the police prime
to shoot him into the grave
Peers scared he’ll steal their toys
Teachers still stereotype that his a black boy
Expel him giving his future to the gangs
Either jail or stuck between devil’s fangs
Scrabbling through the trauma
Living through hates non-understandable
Unaware, untrained he’ll be a black man
Until then, either he stays in a comma
‘Cause I don’t know how the black boy can survive.
they saw him as a slave
Now, it’s the police prime
to shoot him into the grave
Peers scared he’ll steal their toys
Teachers still stereotype that his a black boy
Expel him giving his future to the gangs
Either jail or stuck between devil’s fangs
Scrabbling through the trauma
Living through hates non-understandable
Unaware, untrained he’ll be a black man
Until then, either he stays in a comma
‘Cause I don’t know how the black boy can survive.
Honestly I don’t know what you guys think about this one. Hard writing about things political, societal shortfalls, economics. Things I’m passionate about. Many this is the first of many poems telling stories that aren’t told.
