He could have the grace of a gazelle
Or even the anointing of Samuel
But their scale-covered eyes would not see past his shell
Luscious ebony misconstrued as menacing darkness
To them, he is the embodiment of Hell.
The media says he is a thief
The society says his only gift is grief
If only they took their time
They would find astounding beauty-
Potential so sublime.
He may be damaged
His homeland may have been ravaged
Yet he can soar above his circumstance
They would know this
If they gave him a chance.
Whom is it that I speak of?
You neither have to look left, right, below or above
He is our brother, lover and friend- the African man
The one who was counted out of the fight
Before it even began.
P.S. This is for the good men out there o… Not the Lil Wayne serial baby daddy types… :)