by Eric L. Payne

I ask you black man, "What's on you mind?"
As you trudge along going through your daily grind.
What are the thoughts that race around your head?
Life?  Love?  A beautiful homestead?
I don't know, Black, you're kinda scarin' me
Cuz that glimmer in your eye is flickerin' mad weak.
That laughter that roared from the well of your chest
Has shrunk to a chuckle and a smirk at best.
I say black man, don't lose hope.
Stay strong and to your dream devote
All that you are and desire to be
For that's the only way you're gonna be free
From this land and all its negative vices.
Stand tall and true and combat life's crises.
They'll all slip away to the morass down below.
So stand tall, Black, even if you have to stand alone.

Stand by Eric L. Payne

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