TEARS OF A MAN
As a boy I cannot understand how it could be determined I’m so different by the color I am. Mama teaches me, “son keep your head down, don’t talk back, put your hands up, always watch your back!”
TEARS OF A MAN!
I’m a man, no coward, I can hold my own but I’m afraid to walk down the street, my blackness is a threat all on its own.
TEARS OF A MAN!
A young man with a dream, a dream is all it is, you feel you have the right to say how long I should live.
TEARS OF A MAN!
I feel like I am living a life on the run, trying to hide from the prejudice ones. Mama says she prays for me every day, it is not the gangs or stray bullets taking me away but she’s more afraid of losing me simply because of being black in America today.
TEARS OF A MAN!
I wanted some day to have a son of my own but the pain of being black has become too much to pass on.
TEARS OF A MAN!
I cry out “I am a man, it’s who God made me”! Yet you judge me because of my skin color as if you shaped me.
TEARS OF A MAN!
I walk like you, I talk like you, “I AM A MAN JUST LIKE YOU”! What gives you the right to judge my life because of my skin color. We may be different on the outside but inside we bleed the blood of Jesus the same color!
TEARS OF A MAN!
I may be a BLACK Man, but I am STILL A MAN, BLACK just happens to be the color that I am.
TEARS OF A MAN!
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A BRAND NEW KIND OF ME