Under the shade of a crabtree
a black man lies on a park bench
amidst the foul afternoon stench
trying to avoid the sting of life's pinch
his body paralyzed in life's free hotel
while his minds enslaved in a mental hell
like  wooden cell black with doors
afraid to step out onto the splintered floor
cause he might lose his seat to the man next door
so patiently he sits like a fly stuck to shit
to avoid facing reality to the fullest extent
and all that other bullshit
that rises to the surface
from being a black man without purpose.....