Black Perspective
I live in Vermont, a white man’s land!
Not like home, with white beach sand.
Although I often feel singled out,
My neighbors are always willing to lend a helping hand.
Martin L King Jr, Harriet Tubman, Rosa Parks
They are learned about in books and drawn in the arts.
History so solid, so undeniable
Walking into a room all eyes hit me like darts.
Black History focused on for a month out of the year,
February so short, gonna shed me a tear!
For we all have struggled, some fight to be equal
No so many of us live in such fear!
I ask you once, I ask you twice
Before you sit down and call me a vice,
Did you ever think that I could be her?
Hair down my back, someone’s beautiful wife
My man loved me- he fought to his death
He said “I love you” with every single breath
Now I’m alone, hurt, scared and torn
While your sons walk down my street- they’re dealing meth
Is it really so hard to see
That you are the same as me?
We all bleed red
So why not let us be?
I hurt
But I won’t be the next one to lie in the dirt
My morals, self-value and love of life keep me going
I am many things, but defiantly not inert.
So this being said
To those that say I’m better off dead
You can bow down
To kiss the feet of this Queen instead.
3-3-15
For Contest: Writings in a Black perspective
Sponsored by: Verlena S. Walker
Copyright © Butterfly Mantra | Year Posted 2015
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