#blackman
They say I’m mad at the world
Go figure right
The biggest stereotype there is
An Angry Black Man
But maybe this is true
Maybe I am
Maybe I’m mad at the world
For how I’m treated
Inequalities I deal with every day
Or how I get looked down upon like I’m a crumb on the dirtiest of grounds
Like I’m a peasant: a beastly creature
A killer that was never pushed
Just one more **** they won’t have to arrest soon
Because they believe in executions!
Death by firing squad!
So maybe I am angry
Furious
Shouldn’t I have the right to express myself?
Express my opinions on this jaded society!
But then again, they say it's not a societal norm
So I rebuttal,
**** normality
They say shut up and dribble!
They say you’re canceled
They say you can’t feel this way
But why can’t I feel this way?
How Sway?
I mean isn’t this a “FREE COUNTRY”?
Don’t I have “First Amendment rights”?
Doesn’t the “Constitution apply to me”?
Can I be free?
They say I’m going to end up either dead or in jail
But why can’t I be a lawyer?
And maybe go to Yale
As I yell and get on my knees
Crying out in pain and agony
Saying please
Lord help me
Protect me
Lord, give me wisdom
So, I can have a strong mind
To get through these hard times
Exhausted and Traumatized
I pause
And close my eyes
Aug 2, 2025
Aug 2, 2025 at 9:10 AM UTC
he said
I don’t care who’s with me
and who ain’t
I don’t have to Persuade
Anyone to see my worth
Because with or without them
I’m already great
He possesses a confidence
That has my attention
Held captive
It reminds me of a time
When my momma yelled out to my father
Hey black man
As if the phrase it’s self
Was a crown
Her voice
Boasting in power
And Dripping with respect
Perhaps tomorrow I’ll try
to call you by your name
I’ll walk up to you
Fill my voice with sunshine
And say
Hey black man
I see your Greatness
And I honor you for it
I’ll crown you with my words
And adorn you with
A cloak of honor
And you will smile
Because you know who you are
I see you king
This is the start of something
Kind of beautiful
Jan 6, 2022
Jan 6, 2022 at 12:40 AM UTC
Since birth you've had a target on your back created by wicked people envious of the crown God ordained specifically for you
The evils of world have always tried to ****** it from you
destroy your legacy **** your image
They created a malicious plan to make you seem worthless to everybody espically your own because if your own community doesn't see you worth the vicious cycle of destruction doesn't end
In spite of it all I still see you for who God made you to be
I vow to love you to life because you've recieved enough death threats.
Feb 9, 2020
Feb 9, 2020 at 1:34 AM UTC
we are the people
of contrast.
storm in the cloud.
glory in the blood.
joy despite fury.
peace in the flowerbeds.
Sep 23, 2018
Sep 23, 2018 at 4:21 AM UTC
Drip drip drip
goes the tap
screaming fills the room
a rush of feet
the dripping continues
join us join us
echo the ghosts
of my grandmother’s past
Drip drip drip
It just won’t stop
Just as suddenly as it began
Screaming fades abruptly
entering softly
my hairs stand on end
haunting my dreams
for the rest of my nights
Drip drip drip
there she lies
hair white
mouth wide
a terrified look
frozen in her eyes
eternally
indelible is the sound of the tap
going
Drip
Drip
drip
Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 7:41 PM UTC
And so the plot thickens, negros getting plucked like the feathers off chickens.
It's open season and while the hurt is grieving the earth is washed with rivers of blood that sinks in.
But they got blinders on as if this **** ain't really going on; not phased at all as strong black men raise their hands only to fall.
By the wayside...they lie lifeless while the people shout for Justice, but their voices fall upon death ears.
Fatherless children growing up in fear, turning tender heart's so cold; she calls 'em super predators as if her feet could ever fit in their shoes; she'll never fathom their souls.
It's gotta be the spirit inside mankind, cuz human beings don't act this way.
It's just what I see through my own two eyes; dead bodies getting hash tagged everyday.
It's just another cold day in babylon, I know it's hard to stay high when they trying to keep us low.
As we walk through the valley of the shadow of death, we can hear the screams from ghosts.
Judgement will come one day, though it may be hard to see it through those watery eyes.
In the end nobody will ever get away with taking an innocent life.
Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 4:43 PM UTC
We must learn to live together as brothers or perish together as fools
Jan 18, 2016
Jan 18, 2016 at 9:51 AM UTC