Black Mans Poem

Damn, did he just shoot son? My mental aches. Another black man pronounced dead on arrival. My rival has been the semi-automatic. Sporadic shots, Glocks, and mayhem all around the hood. Many in the hood are misunderstood. Another intellect removed from society. What’s the conundrum? Is there a falsehood? What’s the price of the black man’s life? My flesh is constantly fighting against the spirit. The flesh wants me to pull the trigger society keeps telling me to kill that Nigger. It pains me that many are left for dead. Chasing false idols and titles. Franklin is taking many souls to an early grave. We must fight temptation, everything in the book of King James has come to pass but Revelations!!

I used to idol my rival now it’s suicidal if I cross the norm. We are not asking you to conform but be reborn. We are torn. Stabbings occur, the murder rate is irate. We debate education but it seems we are lead to mass incarceration. We penetrate to procreate but we can’t live out the life that we had planned. He was the latest statistic. He was not equipped to deal with stray bullets, illegal sales, denied rights, where’s the end to this plight? Black Wall Street produced jobs, now all we have is a crab in a barrel mentality and we want to rob. Prayers are sent but to many in society are bent.

If this life is a test too many have failed. He was shot over materialism that does not mean much. If your life was already written what’s the sentence? We ask for repentance but we continue to murder our fellow man. Holding stacks will not bring my man’s soul back. He was murdered for standing on the block, shot with an AK. We protest the man in the blue but we need to take control and scold the youth in our communities. Hope is not gone. Take accountability for the corruption and death. We are created equal. Please stop the murder rate, it’s something for everyone, let’s move as a unit and fight for what’s right, not another soul taken tonight!!!

Raymond H Smith