I want to
question what you dislike
For me is all
about but I don’t have
The time nor
do I want to give you
Any of my physical
or emotional
Energy I want
to vent my
Frustrations however,
in doing so
That would mean
that I have given
You a little control
of me and
The last thing
I want to do is fall
Under your definition
of what being
A black man is
about so instead of
Suppressing how
I feel and forcing
On blaming you
for why I can’t be
The me that my
gut is telling me that
I can be, I chose
to pour my all into
The words that
I use I have wasted
Time and expounded
energy
Breaking free
from those chains that
Were placed on
my fathers before me
I tried playing
your game but your
Rules aren’t
far I realized that
I can no
longer compromise who I am
To make you
feel comfortable
Because I have
children that look up
To me yes,
they are the future, but I am
Their present
and like my heavenly father
Above whom gives
good gifts I too desire
To the same
that is why I have shouldered
The blame as
well as taken the time to
Examine and correct
my past mistakes
So that they
would have to walk in them
And not know
why they keep falling
I pour into them
life seeds and water them
With Gods word
I lead by actions
Not words because
I have come to
Understand that
uncommunicated anger
Comes across
as rambling and that
When you ramble,
people don’t try to
Understand what
is wrong they push
You a side give
you a label which
Does no good.
