I Am

I am the last breath of the dead
Scared little black boy
Hidin’ in a shed
Nightmares from an 8 year old
Which caused him to pee in the bed
The cries of a newborn
And the cries of the young girl
Getting’ abused in the room across the hall
I am God’s son
Jesus’ brother
The oldest son of a single black mother
The lovin’ brother of the world
A DC DC # to the state
The reason you love
The reason you hate
I am a poor black boy
Livin’ in the world
The advocate for young cryin’ girls


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