Tuesday, July 18, 2006
As much as he is
A Black boy
He is not the noble poor
the stunning beauty
the wizened-Street smart
under-educated-choco-brown-never done a push up in his life-corn fed-naturally lean-youth
that comes to mind
when you say
Black Boy
Black as Black can be
He lives on
Bankhead/Foothill/Fulsom/Stony Island
where no one notices him
for the right reasons
He lives just past the
fish on Friday fish store
where no one notices him
for the wrong reasons either
He’s a fag
a real one
the kind of fag
that you would never call
Black Boy
While he does not have any boot straps
by which to pull himself up
he is not in any particular need
of a boot strap
No he is not the victim of circumstance
nor the wayward needy child of
crack
His name is not dough boy
trey, or bigger for that matter
He does not elicit desire
or sympathy
He is
a black boy
just the same
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1 comment:
Good poem, man. I really like this. You hit the nail on the head.
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