Wednesday, February 25, 2009

A Proud Black Man

When I first looked into your eyes,

I saw the ambition, pride, masculinity and strength of a true black man.

And all I could say was that I had to make you mine.

But unfortunately I didn’t see past my infatuation to the real you

You were the definition of an African American man alright,

Arrogant, cold and broken.

so dedicated to your job of proving you are better than the white man,

that you lost yourself in your work.

I tried to make you see how fun life could be,

But your life was just too busy for me.

Then you had the audacity to try and suck me into your world,

And make me like you

but I wasn’t willing to submit just to be with you.

As your life passes you by I sit and watch ,

That sparkle in your eye diminish

and all that is left is the shell of a man you have worked so hard to become.

It is that legacy that all black men share destined to be your downfall?

Your soul so beaten down by the past of your ancestors that you still cant stand up.

So burdened and hurt by this mental chain that you wear,

That you pass on this pain without noticing.

I see you but can you?

Can you see the person that you have become?

I doubt it for I would hope you would try and break yourself out of this trance you are in

But for now I will let you be what you want.

I just hope this distance that you have put between the new you

And the person you don’t want to be does not grow to long that you cant remember your roots.

With your intelligence there is no doubt that you will succeed,

I just hope your success can keep you warm at night after these long days you are sure to work.

I hope it will be enough to make up for all that you sacrificed to get what you wanted.

Successful men have many regrets but the proud ones have the most.

When I see you now you still have that gleam

But it is just a little dimmer than when we first met.