No Longer Illegal

This poem is dedicated to all black men in America struggling, suffering, and not accepted by society. If people will not notice them I will...

Fifty percent of our black men have a criminal record

It’s on a natural basis

That they receive cases for crime they did not commit

Three strikes you’re out and they’re already born with two

The system is telling us there’s no room for you  

You’re the reason for this economical dysfunction

We only use you as a conjunction

To hold our own assumption that your worth is price-tagged not priceless

Black men I sympathize with your pain

You are born in the rain so the streets become your friend

And you thrive to survive and still left unsatisfied for the world don’t want you

Black men are the strength of power wrapped in rage

These people are cowards when the black man is on stage,

Hands tied, ankles bound and he dare not make a sound

They lied him down and even his casket seemed confused.

The devil must be amused because He came too soon and started too late

And still there’s no status on his birth-date

Black men are the definition for truth and justice

And I’m not talking just us but for the world in general

Our black men are not hard copies but the original

He is self-made, self-proclaimed, and a damn good interval

In this equation of life

I would be proud to be his wife

I would be honored to be the woman by his side

To struggle, cry, and juggle the hell in our minds

I’ll be satisfied with loving where he is at and challenge him to where he could be

I’ll lift my middle finger up for thee

And show the world that fifty percent of black men are free

Ten percent are in college while five are in the grave;

But 100% is placed in God’s name and are saved.

All dogs go to heaven right?

Black men are the Pit Bulls, German Shepherds, and the Rottweiler on strike

The time is now for the world’s acceptance

Their skin tone defines rejection

But the essence of their presence demands your attention.

And I am here to oblige.

To help others recognize the faces of our black men.

And most are still running these races but the finish line is near.

Black man, do not live in fear.

You are at the bottom of the food chain,

But it is time to regain your righteous place as king.

Get back in the ring and fight black man.

Fight for your right to stand your ground.

Fight for family connections and the laws rebound.

Fight for your freedom beyond the prison bars, dead-beat dads, and gang wars.

Stand tall, break down the wall of poverty, racism, and self-neglect.

You are now the world’s select-ion.

Their money may be the stitches that keep us together

But you are the riches of this great land.

Hold my hand and remain still.

They may shoot you down but they cannot kill your existence.

Keep your resistance against the system and watch the people crumble beneath your feet.

You may stumble but you will not fail.

Jail cannot contain your spirit.

You do not have to assimilate your style for them to know you are there.

Look at them stare!

Continue to spit your words of wisdom and walk with confidence.

I am here for your defense.

Black men give us a show and teach us what you know

Because your dreams are no longer illegal in the ghetto.

Author's Note

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[Daisie Vergara (Dhaye)]

This shows courage. I am against racial discrimination, too. Why do we have to judge and criticize people just because of their color? There is more important aspect of a person than the physical...
Kudos for you for sharing this one!