Black Men
Black Men,
I see your power.
And, although sometimes well disguised,
and sometimes compromised,
buried between paler thighs,
scrutinized, by paler eyes...
I see your strength.
And, I see the wisdom in your eyes,
as a prize.
And, I hear what's being said about you,
but I don't believe the lies,
from him, her, them...
Not even the lies,
that you believe and tell about yourself.
Black Men,
I see your worth.
Even when, your flexion lacks direction,
ending in defection,
and upon closer inspection,
there is no connection...
to be found.
But, there's no desire to clown.
No desire to
BEAT DOWN,
PUSH DOWN,
or DRAG YOU DOWN!
NEVER THAT!
I see your POWER,
your STRENGTH,
and your WORTH...
And, BLACK MEN...
I see your CROWN.
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