BIG BAD BLACK BOY
Mi see it!
Clear as rain water on a hot zinc roof
In broad daylight off Half-Way Tree Road.
Muscle with no brain
Musing with no gain
Big Bad Black Boy
Roaming streets looking for toys
All the while business a spoil
Leaving women
To take care of his childhood
Lacking any manhood
Dam good for nothing and no good
But he is my brother…
…Or is he me?
Lovers and prostitutes
Blaspheming, backsliding, nose bleeding
Big Bad Black Boy
Walking down alley ways
Like games played in a gallery of malady
Sordid acts of wanton collusion
Causing naught, if not confusion
Dam good for nothing and no good
But he is my brother…
…Or is he me?
Mopping about his lost dignity
Lacking all integrity
Big Bad Black Boy
Scheming and teaming for my head
Wanting me dead over my bread
Only copper or lead
Will get to his head
Dam good for nothing and no good
But he is my brother …
…Or is he me?
Mindless figurine
On the landscape of humanity
Big Bad Black Boy
Running headlong into vanity
Bling, bling – nose and ears ring
Diamonds and pearls
Forlorn for four centuries
Fantastic plastic domesticated ape
Dam good for nothing and no good
But he is my brother…
…or is he me?
I think he might just be…
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…me
I cannot tell!
I know it
But not very well
From dusk to dawn
Wearing pride about his neck
Big Bad Black Boy
Looking for his check
Having been shipwrecked in a world
Full of goals
But nothing solid to hold
Good for something and full of good
But he is my brother….
…Or is he me
Just needs
A chance to shine
Big Bad Black Boy
From place to place
On an odyssey for race
Facing life one dime after one dime
Having a back bone but needing a spine
Good for something and full of good
But he is my brother…
…or is he me
Leverage for the ages
Despite little or no wages
Big Bad Black Boy
Make changes in stages
Gave us butter and oil from nuts
Jazz and hip-hop from sheer guts
So boldly struts
Good for something and full of good
But he is my brother…
…or is he me
Holding down the fort
Willing wishful wants worthwhile
Big Bad Black Boy
Walking the distance
Winning races and going places
Giving hope to those who vote
Always, always rocks the boat
Good for something and full of good
But he is my brother…
…or is he me?
I think he might just be…
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I love your work...you are definitely in tune with our culture and obviously understand the nuances and intricacies of our constant inner and societal struggles. I can see you as a strong voice speaking for all people and the demons we fight.
Thanks for sharing your work (and contacting me) I can only hope that you will forgive my lack of a formal education in the poetic arts. I will do my best to give honest comments as I have promised.
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