Hey Black Man
A poem about the pain of being a black man in America
It’s not easy wearing these dark shoes
A black man’s shoes are painful
And covered in the dust
Of slave shacks
Living in America in fear
Of life being blasted to bits
Due to fear of the melanin
Coloring his skin
He wonders does his black life matter
Navigating through daily struggles
Anger bubbling in his soul
Ancestral strength keeps
him moving towards the goal
Can’t allow mishaps to derail
To fail is not on the agenda
Continue in memory of forefathers
Who did die at the whip
Hangman’s noose
Let’s lose history
It’s not a mystery
Blood soaks the soil of the USA
Not in the past but today
The price is too high to pay
to return to yesterday
We must mend broken human ties
not bind ourselves to hate
but build a new fate,
And rise above the fray
to create a new day built on equality.
About the Creator
Estacious White
I am a 23 year educator from the Big Easy New Orleans. I have three kids and married for 21 years. I write in topics of race, education, and relationships. The genres of non fiction, fiction, and poetry.
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