Work In Progress
On the outside looking in
A young black male is what
you behold.
But it's much more than that.
How did I get here?
How did I come to be?
What where my ancestors like?
Truth be told life was not
always so glamourous
for a young black man like
myself.
Centuries ago boats pulled
upon the shore of Africa to
kidnap
The strongest men and the
healthiest woman
And for hundreds of years
We had to work for the white
man for no pay
To be beaten and raped
But I ask for no compensation
for something my ancestors
went through so long ago
All I can do is better Myself
And hope my fellow black peers
do the same
For as the black community is
an ever expanding
"Work in Progress"
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