Who?

What have I done?

What can I be?

I tried to run.

Run away from the opinions of others.

I tried to lay in my bed,

Hide under the covers.

I tried to masquerade my fears.

A fear of the unknown.

A fear of what I will become.

I’m becoming fully realized

And I’m frightened.

Excited but scared

Trembling but enlighted.

I took one look in the mirror

And it took away my breath

I’m black in a society that doesn’t love me

How will they treat me?

I turned away from my reflection

How will they love me?

I don’t need fear in my heart

When I wasn’t conceived with it from the start

I’m proud of my skin and all of it’s compliments

All of my hair and all it’s parts

All of my history and I’m waiting to show my heart.

So I’m afraid of what I would become?

The mystery of what I can I can be.

A black man who knows his worth in society

That sounds dangerous to me

But I learned to love the trill

And enjoy the ride

So what have I done?

Realized my worth

What can I be?

Everything I want

How will they treat me?

Maybe with disrespect

How will they love me?

That doesn’t matter cause I love myself.