ANTHOLOGY OF A BLACK MANS SPEECH

I AM BLACK, AFRICA I AM BLACK MAN

There I was, searing aloof the roof top
gaging myself abot in front of a steal pot
amicably I wallowed and drain into a wretch tree fall
fading into the winds till night stood tall
abase by the rod, I danced to posture
poor like waisted green who'se lost his future

I am black, Africa I am black man

from dust I became
to him I retain
galloping from hills to heed
from trees to reed
I have seen weapon ablaze
to segregate men till date

I am black, Africa I am black man

with passion knowing me not to hold
I feel unjust to my unborn too bold
oh yes! I gazed in front of the window
seeing how cold it is to be a widow
who fall shout and cut
the prime of her throat

I am black, Africa I am black man

soldiers matching by
parading the ground till die
yet no one ears my voice
echoing, trenching its noise
lingering thru the front door
I've conceived in my conscience before

I am black, Africa I am black man

I won't stop until these soar is ill
not on the surface, but inside the hearts I will ill
until the street is turned with justice
and peace abide in every faces
I won't stop until the name of my children
will be sang on every lip, oh yes! till then

I am black, African I am black man

Africa is pose to be degrading
A nonconstructive human beings
who live with other animals
and eat from like mammals
I won't negate my people and become
like those who soled me for coin
who flea because they are weak
blind folded with the trick

I am black, Africa I am black man

I am black man and will always be
a color am so proud of
I am who I am a black man
the glowing shadow that sprout thru the nite
by sun set I shield to be bright
I am black am to me don't change that
I am who I am if you could see

I am black, Africa I am black man

Vincent