Young, black and a man, all that at the same time, imagine that
Wondering if someone other than me will have my back
The pressures of society, constantly weighing me down
With ropes and chains, continuously trying to keep me bound
Predetermining my future by giving me, what you believe is statistical data
You can keep your charts and your graphs, for me, none of that matters
You don't get to tell me that that my blackness takes away my ability to be a father in this world
That I won't be there for my children, raising my sons to be men or loving my girls
Your beliefs about me that my future consist of baby mamas, life behind bars, or buried underground
It's a faint attempt to feed your ignorance and give your voice a sound
Life has taught us to suppress our vulnerabilities from the start
You see, crying show weakness, which exposes your heart
Therefore, communication wasn't something we were taught to do
We are given no passes, being a black man, won't get us through
You want us to move forward, stop living back in time
I want that too, so stop making my skin a crime
Young, black and a man, is an obstacle in itself that we must face
You don't believe me, ask President Obama how he was treated once he won that race
The stigma that is set for us, causes us to keep a distance so others can feel safe, and every time she sees me, she don't have to clinch her purse
Being criticized for my clothes and my music, embracing my culture with slangs and handshakes, yet even still, you make my goodness, to be something worse
The harsh realities of knowing that when I drive my car, a traffic stop causes me to freeze and place my hands in plain view, not giving so much as a shrug
Instantly without knowing me, before I can even speak, I'm already seen as a thug
The world is a weight that we must carry every day, by too many looked as less than, while desperately trying to achieve, just a fair chance
This is what America looks like, when you are young black and a man
Mary Norman
2021
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- Published: December 17th, 2021 22:50
- Comment from author about the poem: I was asked to write this poem for a friend of mine and I was trying to capture what I think black men see
- Category: Reflection
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