Dear Black Man

An Open Letter

Dear Black man,

Who defined you with a price tag?

And fenced you in with a slave bag.

Who told you, you’re just a drone?

Or tied you down with a loan.

Who made you believe you’re a minor?

--

--

--

Creative Writer sailing towards an Author • | I write basically on any thing that bothers and Ignite my mind •

Love podcasts or audiobooks? Learn on the go with our new app.

Recommended from Medium

What Will Reparations Resolve?

Victims’ Rights, Victims’ Needs, and the Role of Restorative Justice

She survived domestic violence, but her landlord evicted her for the ‘nuisance’

No poems for female sports reporters

The Urge to Push

How I Survived Being Molested on a Bus to Paris

Stories of courage and resilience from Grassroots Women Human Rights Defenders and Feminists in…

Get the Medium app

A button that says 'Download on the App Store', and if clicked it will lead you to the iOS App store
A button that says 'Get it on, Google Play', and if clicked it will lead you to the Google Play store
Ebuka Nwafor

Ebuka Nwafor

Creative Writer sailing towards an Author • | I write basically on any thing that bothers and Ignite my mind •

More from Medium

Nana Darkoa’s “the sex lives of African women.”

Black Authors of #RadicalReadz

The Oscars Are a Racist, Elitist, and Sexist National Disgrace

I Am (Not) White, Right?