BLACK BOY

January 22, 2019

Bursting through the door

Bigger than life

Breath, a strong wind

Heart beats like a drum strikes

Saying, “Pay me your mind,

I’m thunderous cannon

I’m a bolt of lightning

I’m the motherland draped

Over your bleeding heart

I’m the paint on the canvas

Of your seedy art

Walking, talking, bold and emblazoned

You will see me wherever I reside

Don’t worry, don't fret

I, Black boy,

Wouldn’t hurt a fly."

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