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?

And lied that your ancestry is inferior.

They have limited your life to the rat race,

You are now like a rodent stuck in a cage.

But you know, you were designed for a boundless space.

The vultures are trying to steal your hustle,

They are eagerly waiting to pounce with their muscle.

But you see, your strength is not in the tussle.

The predators are stalking you,

They relish preying on your human right,

But your grit is too much to fight.

You strive for roses, and they give you thorns,

You fight for your personality, and they call you “thugs”.

When you chase after your dreams, they scream drugs!.

The Narcissists are comfortable calling you a ‘‘Nigga’’

I know, the stereotype is tragic,

But Hey! Your melanin is magic.

Your skin, crafted like a plutonic.

Dear Black man,

Remember, the dark days are welcomed, and the night has it’s place.

Do not be sad because it’s dark, for if you can’t brighten everywhere, let the shadows be shadows.

The moon will have it’s moment, and everything will set in it’s time.

Dear black man,

I will not think you are weak, if I see you cry, but rather I will understand and comfort you.

And once you have released the pain and anger through tears, I will build you up so you can go on being strong and face the world that seems to be fearful and intimidated by you.