A Black Man

In the face of prejudice and pain, He stands tall, with head held high, A symbol of strength and resilience, A black man, proud and dignified. He bears the weight of history, The chains of oppression and slavery, Yet still he rises, unbroken, His spirit burning bright and free. He is a son, a brother, a father, A friend to those who know his worth, With a heart that beats with passion, And a soul that's pure as the earth. His skin is dark as midnight, But his spirit shines like the sun, A testament to his perseverance, And the battles he has won. He is a warrior, a hero, A man of grace and power, And though the road ahead may be long, He will never falter or cower. For he knows that in his heart, There beats a strength that's true, A force that cannot be broken, A spirit that will always renew. So let us honor this black man, And all that he represents, For he is a beacon of hope, And a symbol of our common descent.