Black Man
I’m black but also human.
I’m a man but I also have emotions.
Can’t show no fear but I’m freighted.
A bullet can come my way, from a cop or op that looks just like me.
Deep down, I struggle with that notion.
I want to see everyone grow.
Be the best that they can be but we fight these burdens of everyday life.
It’s layered on top of us.
Layers that prevents us from seeing our true self.
They say we’re hiding but we’re buried.
Suffocating, gasping for air but no one hears.
Or do they even care cause we’re men that are black and the odds are always stacked.