Mama
A rock
The foundation for the young black man
Mama
Holds him at the hip
Holds him for as long as she can
Until she knows in her heart
He is strong enough to bear his own weight
The weight that society will try to put on him
Mama
Watches him take his first steps
Watches over him for as long as she can
Until others will watch him
Watch him closely closely
Because he is a young black man
Mama
Calls his name while he takes his first steps
Calls him by his name when the world
Tries to call him something else
Mama
Observes him grow into a young man
Observes him deal with the rolling stone
That is life
Mama
A rock
A pillar
For the young black man
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Black Man You Are...
PoetryA thoughtful and poetic look into the daily struggles of the American black man. Trying to fit into society, only to be constantly looked at as an outsider. Poetry for the soul and mind.
