Friday, February 28, 2014

Black Man by Reginald Williams (poem)

Note from the author: I wrote this poem in 1998, while living in Albany, New York. I can't really say what inspired this writing, other than the fact these words came to me early one morning, around 4 am. What I want readers to see is that the problems in the black community will only be resolved with teachings and examples coming from strong, positive black men.



BLACK MAN


Beautiful black man stand be proud

Do not allow yourself to be boisterous and loud

Black man my brother look around you and see

And then ask yourself “what can I do to improve the community”

Black man I wonder where is your taste

To call each other “nigger” is such a disgrace

Black men, come forward, and take a look around

Do you really understand what’s going down?

Who’s killing us today, certainly not the Klan?

We are dying in vain by each other’s hand

To glorify drugs and promote violence we must take offense

Because self-induced destruction is sheer nonsense

Yes black man we must step up and be bigger

And stop thinking of ourselves as being nothing but niggers

When we look in the mirror we must see a positive reflection

And then guide our youth in that same direction

It is our duty to show the little ones’ the way

We do this by putting a black man on display

Not a clown who is bopping, strutting and swaying

But a man who stands tall, loves God and has no problem praying

Being a black Christian man life can be and does get hard

But we get the strength to go on when we praise the Lord

Knowing that we wouldn’t even be in the race

If not for his amazing grace

On a personal note I must say

It’s because of his love and mercy that I am here today

There is something else that I must interject

That is to treat our women with respect

They are not to be treated as if they come with a price tag

And they are never to be used as a punching bag

I also must take the time and state

The need in getting our priorities straight

It is ludicrous to wear $200 dollar sneakers on our feet

And our children don’t have enough food to eat

Running around town body draped in gold

While momma and the babies are out in the cold

These words are not written to shame anyone

But we must repair the damage that’s been done

We must stand up and take our rightful place as men

And then ask God for forgiveness of our sins

We must move in accordance to Gods plan

If we don’t we will become the late black man

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