He walks with steps
that penetrate deep within sweet soil;
peeps with eyes smothered in termoil...
the spoils of his land;
greets with a deep voice
that demands immense respect...
Therefore,
he has been impending in his progress
Menacing in theory...
Therefore,
pushed backwards in his steps...
Yet, he comes back
with an even more forceful lung
as he runs to his destiny...
To rule as King
respectfully among his people...
African....American....
The truest definition of the Black man...
I am he who stands strong,
poised to be the strongest of man
Proud to be the father Raven
Who's chicks flourish
with the souls of brave men...
Kings, and Warriors, and Slaves
And through all obstacles,
taught that God makes it all possible
Oh yes,
I am the Black Man;
who’s soul burns with the passion
of a million suns;
raining in anger by the tons;
run from no one;
come to rule, in spirit,
as one clean, black, ebony soul...
bold in his words,
cold in his words,
sold in his words,
and engulfed in his words;
tempered only by the love
of his lady;
crazy in his jealousy
Melodies made poetry
sing his feelings and how they grow to be
stronger than the imagination
You see...
love builds this strong Black nation
Over desert sands,
I ran...
through the rain forest...
and fanned the flies
from my fellow dead brothers
on ships that brought me
closer to where I am...
This strong, intelligent Black Man
So, fear me not,
for I have come to you
with the spirit of Martin Luther King Jr.,
the resilience of Malcolm X,
and the respect of my seniors
So, understand,
“Nigga”, I am not...
Black man, I am...
living in the absence of light
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