An Honest Man: Letter To the Black Woman

I want to be an honest man; I truly do
One who will always be there for you

I want to be an honest man
One you can talk to, look to, believe in, trust in and understand

I would be your knight in battered armor
To hold you, love you, and protect you forevermore

They say we ain't 'bout nothing
They say we're nothing more than dogs
Oh my! They say we're thieves, rapists, drug pushers, and drug abusers

Well, all I ask is that you listen to my story and hear me cry
I care and feel for others; all I can do is try

I continue to march onward with so much weight to bear
Sometimes I just feel like sitting down and secluding myself in despair

But deep, oh so deep in my heart, I know that's not the route to take
Because you BLACK WOMAN, I, and our heritage are all at stake

I will be AN HONEST MAN, I hope you can see
I'll never give up on you and please, baby, don't you ever give up on me
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Robinson Jr. Avatar
November 19, 2017 at 12:20 AM
Beautiful sentiments shared, Stewart. Such a lovely, heartfelt poem. Soul-stirring poetry. Your pen voice sings ebony electric Riperton octave. Listening to my girl, Maysa singing "Hypnotic Love" while reading this poem was such a groove experience. Keep dropping the love and soul knowledge to the people. There's a serious famine of love and compassion in this land of plenty hard oppression. Splendid poem ... aurora bright write. Love and more love to you and yours.
Watkins  Avatar
November 19, 2017 at 10:48 AM
Thanks, Freddie! This is one of my earlier pieces. I wrote this years ago (in college). I thought it was fitting 27 years ago. But sadly, it seems to ring more true in 2017.
Wanter Avatar
November 12, 2017 at 12:09 PM
I love your well written poem. Who are "they?" I don't fit with "them."
Watkins  Avatar
November 12, 2017 at 12:13 PM
Thank you! I am glad you are not "they". They know who they are.
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