UNTITLED

death follows da black man through time

FROM FIELDS W/LYNCHING

to CORNERS W/GUNS

IT'S NOT MEANT FOR 

A BLACK MAN

TO RUN

RUN FROM

TO WHERE

FROM WHETHER AN UNK TOM

TO A FAVORITE UNCLE TOMMY

OR JUST A PLAIN FAMILY MAN 

WILL DO. IN DUE TIME HISTORY

GONNA CHANGE.

AS DEW WEIGHS IN ON THE 

EARTH, HISTORY DUE TO REPEAT

ITSELF.

HIS STORY REPEATS THYSELF

WITH NEW BORN SPIRITS &

IN A NEW FORM WAY OF

ONE RACE REPEATING A 

MOTHER'S CRYING SONG OF

SALTY TEARS.

"I WANT MY SON, GIVE ME

MY BOY"!

HE WAS JUST A CHILD WAITING 

TO TURN INTO A GROWING YOUNG

MAN.

Author's Note

JUST A POEM, PLEASE REMEMBER I LOVE ALL PEOPLE NO MATTER WHO OR WHAT COLOR!