“Black” Man

Posted: June 2, 2010 in Articles, Poems
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Today he’s so melancholy; onlookers glance at a felon probably,

they label his camaraderie gangs, his pants don’t hang,

he doesn’t throw tantrums, he’s not a primate-he’s handsome,

but they say watch him-he steals, he’s not a thief and he too feels, he’s not looking for a record deal-he tries, he applies while he’s forced two be categorized by filling out a section he despised, simultaneously his friends die, he buys nice things, he never yells-he’s intuitive and writes things, no one can encompass what his plight brings,

nights bring thugs that are hungry, and NO that’s not drug money, your funny,

no walking thru his neighborhood, those same neighbors say he’s too good,

cause he won’t really associate, his lifetime goal isn’t to procreate and he scoffs at orange ball, more like Warhol, all I’m saying is when you see a

“BLACK” man, it’s your call.

Written By: Jammie Thompson

Posted By: Q.Whitening

Comments
  1. Mo says:

    This piece was music to my ears. It shows the depth and ALL PERSPECTIVES of the black man. It also reinforces the age old tale that we should never judge a book by its cover.

  2. Jammie says:

    Thank You, Mo..You were able 2 discern everything I was trying to convey.That speaks volumes!

  3. AZ says:

    Nice… I so love it…

  4. Chynna says:

    Well put and its so true how. Crazy how people can relate a black man to this. Love your work and this is another great one.

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