Black Man in America

A black man with labels.
Being limited by society to these labels.

Boxed by labels.

Trying to break out of this box.

Frustrated.

Shouting

Screaming.

Untamed anger bottled up.

You wouldn’t understand

But I would.

Let a black man dream

For more

Millionaire

Billionaire.

It’s not all about money.

Money is power and you can’t tell me it’s not.

History has taught us this lesson.

You can have influence without money

But

You can’t freely contract in business.

You need permission for your project ideas.

And if you’re black it’s even worse.

They don’t truly want you to succeed.

You can’t make other black billionaires.

There’s seven in 2013.

But

I don’t want all the money.

I’m fine with just influence.

But I’m told I’m a sellout.

I talk properly sometimes.

I’ve dated some white girls.

I went to a private school.

I don’t like the ways of the “hood”.

I want to move far away from the ghetto.

But an angel made me rethink that.

Once people gain money they run.

“Black Flight”

I can’t have that.

I love where I’m from.

I’m just scared for my kids

To go through what I went through.

Terrible education systems.

Harsh Bullying.

The temptation of the streets.

Drugs

The materialistic lifestyle.

But if more people who made a good amount stayed in the hood

Wouldn’t it not be the hood anymore?

Wouldn’t the average income rise?
Wouldn’t there be more businesses?

Wouldn’t more businesses thrive?

Wouldn’t there be better role models in the hood?

Seems as if there are more positives than negatives.

Angels have a way of making you see things clearly.

Author's Note

Just opinions