“WHERE ART THOU!?”

aka #Poetry’s Heartbeat
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“In the midst of a garden,
That’s at the heart of The Motherland;
Stands a MAN;
Who looks inside himself;
AND…
“I can tell you EXACTLY who I am;
The Original Black Man…
But where do I stand?
Because I seem to be the only one
Who don’t know or understand,
Who I really am,
And that I was the one created from the dirt,
As The
“Original Black Man…”
WHERE AM I!?
You ask that from the mind of a black woman’s heart.
She wants nothing more but to find a black man to help her destiny start…
One who is smart…
Leaves a mark, Or great impression,
Proving that he is ADAM
Resurrected…
With her as his EVE…
The day before Christ was conceived;
Or Satan deceived;
With fruit
From a root
That made ALL of humanity bleed;
But he…
Is nowhere to be found.
Unconsciously obliterated;
Hiding;
Now the serpent is crowned;
“RULER OF THIS WORLD!”
Look at this beautiful black woman…
She now doesn’t have a husband to see;
That her mental capacity;
Is now going towards the one who has,
The same thing between…
Therefore making the “Original Black Man”
Just a dream…
An unreality…
Look at him.
He’s so smart,
But his mind only goes as far as “up the street”
To make a sale to someone
Who he used to look up to in his community,
And is now smoking right next to where he sleeps.
Tearing down the same ones who look like,
And are going through the same things as me…
But WHERE ARE YOU, DADDY!?
You ask that from the mind of a black child,
Who yearns to follow the lion leading the pack,
But is forced to just go with the crowd…
Instead of seeing a man stand,
They’re forced to just watch,
As the man stand by,
Watching
A culture that will internally die,
Within itself… By itself… And God forbid,
It’s not even for itself…
This little black boy is confused
As he goes to school
And is forced to be taught about himself by someone who can’t even identify with what he’s been through…
“You have shoes,
But the people glorified where I’m from make the news,
Outside the pews…
Because in them they’re still asking, “BLACK MAN WHERE ARE YOU!?”
Our daughter’s views of the black man,
Is-I have to do whatever he wants,
Because if I don’t then he would raise his hand,
And strike… AGAIN… AND AGAIN… AND AGAIN… AND AGAIN…
Until I conjure up in my mind to put myself to an end;
Pretend;
Or just blend;
With the rest of the world,
Who undermines other black boys and girls…
Who don’t even seem to love themselves…
WE… ARE MORE THAN THAT!!!
How can the WORLD know our names,
If we ignorantly stand back,
And hold on to excuses that keep OTHER people’s foot on our backs,
Then act… Like, “Bro, for real, I didn’t even know that…”?
We complain about that…
We complain about this…
While blindly changing the channel;
With the flick of our wrist…
Just sit…
While we insist… That life HAS to be better than this.
Then our actions prove;
That we don’t even give a SHHHHH!!
CARE… About our own welfare,
But is FULLY aware,
That just the STARES,
Of another black man can cost him his life,
By my trigger that was hair…
But WHERE… ARE THE REAL MEN!?
WE NEED CONSISTENCY!!!
Don’t be great because of me.
Do it because our little brothers and sisters in our community,
Need to see
HOW GREAT WE REALLY ARE…
WE ARE MORE!!!
But do you believe how great YOU really are?
We have the potential to change the trajectory of our worth,
Because MEN were the only one who were molded from the Earth…
Women and children came later…
Just think…
What if WE were to ACTUALLY join together…
Then we would be able to build a tower
To reach BEYOND the clouds…
But first YOU need to know…
“ADAM!!! WHERE ART THOU!?”
Because THE WORLD needs us – MAN;
And what are WE going to do about it???