THE MAN - THE BLACK MAN
I hope not to weep in times of sorrow... ...but my tears betray the boldness of my eyes. I am a man - a Black man and I embrace pain I am a man - a Black man and I embrace sorrow. I am a man - a Black man endurance and strength sums up my natural definition So, when family fails, when economic tumour befalls my pocket, stealth in grave silence - when my broken woman tears strikes... I hope not to weep! I hope not to weep in times of sorrows but my tears betray my Black man's boldness. From birth, I'm beaten but taught not to cry for that feminises my masculinity. So my liquid (tears) freezes - becoming too solid, it bags my eye but soon evaporates for I must remain a man - a Black man. *** A goal getter I am a Black man I strive, I struggle, I hustle to break limits. I am moulded by the arms of the porter Himself Forged and smelt like metals beaten to shape to shine brightly The Black man is gold and not cheaply sold! The Black man is bold and not old to behold!