She called me black gold,
Is that so? Potential
Indescribable, infinite,
Immeasurable, she know
Me, better than me know
Myself, I chose to believe
Her eyes, her shine, unlike
Mine, that way since age nine,
A thing that define black mind.
Now I see my mind, my time,
As something very divine,
Her shine, I did achieve it,
Now mine, I see deep down
Inside, I stop, I ask her why,
She opened my eyes, I cry,
As I see the life of my kind
Brothers, sisters, prisoners
Of mind, systematic decline.
She dries my tears, hugs me close,
Whisper clearly what I already know:
"Change the world like I changed you,
One by one we'll make it through."
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The Black Experience.
PoesíaA collection of poems about life as a black man and the issues faced in both the world and in the mind.