Black Boy
Little black boy what brings you hither
You are much too young to be out sans tether
Are you lost, are you hungry
These streets are not safe, come to me
Eyes so white, pupils like charcoal
Hair so wooly it’ll make sheep go
Mad with angst at the sight of it
Your features are sharp you haven’t ate in days
Come inside while I fix you a plate
Where is your mother, how about your father
Poor little boy why do I even bother
The life is hard my little black boy
Ignore your peers and find the joy
That will bring everlasting satisfaction
But to find it you must take action
Open your mind to finer living
Don’t be a prisoner to slavery thinking
It is true that racism isn’t gone
But keep on pushing and remain strong
Beware of women that smile too much
Put up your walls and try to remain tough
For they will come and sweet talk you
And leave you hurt after a month or two
They will greet you with such sincerity
And in their eyes you may see clarity
But once they’ve seen you open the door
They will take root and ask for more
Find the one that is balanced like you
She has her business but she still loves you
She gives you a ring from time to time
And waits not for you to say she’s on your mind
She understands time together and apart
For who she is, she’s the apple of your heart
Don’t get it confused with puppy love
Make sure these emotions are confirmed from above
Beware of friends who’ll steer you wrong
They’ll try to influence therefore be strong
Little black boy you have a road ahead of you
So walk that road while knowing what’s true
Be ever confident of who you are
Don’t ever forget who brought you thus far
Little black boy sit upon your throne
Ok… let’s find your way home.
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