The Struggle

This struggle he has, is oh so real... Not given s fair shake, Handed a raw deal. Mistreated, lied upon, and constantly abused. No wonder, he's angry, and sometimes confused. Unable to trust, and let down his guard, Being a black man, must be oh, so hard. Constantly having to validate his worth, That beautiful black skin, must seem like a curse. And though I love him, as only a black woman can, I must admit, I don't always understand, The pressures, the hardships and struggles of the black man. But through his struggles, he is my king, And for his love, I wouldn't trade a thing! He settles my uneasiness, and he holds my hand, He picks me up, when I'm unable to stand. He comforts me, when my heart is torn, Renews my confidence when it is worn, A role model and father, he will always be, For the little ones that grow inside of me. Life's struggles are just a test, The black man's no quitter, He gives the fight his best. Although you struggle, your resilience will make great. One day you will be on top, black man... This is your undeniable fate!