Work In Progress

On the outside looking in   A young black male is what you behold. But it's much more than that.  How did I get here? How did I come to be? What where my ancestors like? Truth be told  life was not always so glamourous  for a young black man like myself.  Centuries ago boats pulled upon the shore of Africa to kidnap  The strongest men and the healthiest woman And for hundreds of years  We had to work for the white man for no pay To be beaten and raped  But I ask for no compensation  for something my ancestors went through so long ago All I can do is better Myself  And hope my fellow black peers do the same  For as the black community is an ever expanding  "Work in Progress"