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It's Hard To Love a Black Man--

"It's hard to love a black man For 400 to 500 years It's hard to love a black man He's been imprison By sometimes a bigoted Humanity It's hard to love a black man Other brothers have inhibited Oh ! what was me What if God was black would you still be an atheist What if your father were black would you be legitimate What if your mother were black will you be worth it unworthy And in all would you heed the call Swallow your indifferences your ooh's your aha's In your eyes those hurts to regret their jealousies you lose the negativities you choose open your eyes Why is it hard to love a black man And what is his worth Why! did God create him a species of dark and dirt His soul is spoil his heart glisson's Yet his fellow brother and some other Shades no longer or have you ever listened I am crying a one man I'm color We are all brothers be it on Gray brown white tan or black I am First I Am a Son of God and I have deserve respect from my fellow man NO one loves me cuz I'm black racism what if my skin was white as a little 5 year old boy of color I'd never understood no one loves a black man" 5/31/20 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2020

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Date: 5/31/2020 10:40:00 AM
Powerful heartwrenching words. It has always defied logic to me, as white people flock to tanning salons to darken their skin and hair salons to curl their hair. I hope true change and true love will come through this, wars never end, only truth and reconciliation mend. xomo
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James Edward Lee Sr.
Date: 5/31/2020 11:27:00 AM
Thanks! Pigeon, For you also your thought-provoking response... Hope you enjoyed the verse... my take on this poem it's not about our structure ethnicity or the coloring the format of our physical being. But a call to our true self. Our truest self human Essence is our Soul and Spirit are our true selfs not are skins be at black brown and white or red nuff said Write on! Thanks for stopping by James

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