A Young Black Prince Dream

By HC

Young black prince
living in a world
that don’t recognize your presence,
your existence feeling
the wrath of your resistance,
seeing the hate in your eyes
from morning and evening news lies.

Young black prince,
the odds are against you
but you have to hold strong
like a clenched black fist,
mighty enough to turn
your past into existence
from a prince to a king!

A young black prince dream!

Comments

  1. Allie Baldwin says

    You clench your fist, not only for you, but for all of your brothers and sisters. Hold strong and be tender in the right places. Excellent writing! Keep going…

  2. Molly Argersinger says

    As I read your poem, HC, I find myself wanting to ask you questions. What does it mean to you to be a prince, a king? What do those look like for you? Is the “hate in your eyes” real or are you not full of hate but are labeled so by the “news lies”? What do you think you’ll have to do to “turn your past”? Will it mainly mean using “a clenched black fist” or will you have to unclench that fist to allow yourself to receive something or grasp the open hand of another?
    It feels like you’re weathering a storm, waiting for the chance to burst forth. Will it be the dazzling but short-lived burst of fireworks or the breaking through of a seed that will slowly grow into a beautiful flower or majestic tree?
    Thank you for sharing your work with me. I will remember you in my prayers.

  3. So beautiful yet hauntingly sad

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