A Young Black Man Poem by Osaya Evbuomwan

A Young Black Man



I'm Just A Young Black Man living in New York City
Surrounded by friends, associates and of course family

So then why do I always feel alone, is it that the smiles I see outside my small bubble of a world
I can see right through it Why is that I can see deception behind warm, caring eyes
Why do I sense cold, calculating procedures put forth by my employer?
Why is it hard for a man to make better of himself they say it equal opportunity but is this true?

I'm Just A Young Black Man living his life one day at a time
I do my best to stay out of trouble its hard enough just being me,
No records, no drugs, no alcohol, no seriously bad habits that damage my health as well as my pockets
Intelligent and strong like my parents bred and Raised me to show respect to all others who are not me
Everyone has a story no one is better than the otherWhy is a competition to have the saddest story?
Why do we look for pity parties and an easy way out?

I'm Just A Young Black Man I require no pity but I require equality,
I demand respect I have so much against me already
I'm black, my parents were immigrants and money isn't something we were blessed with
I am willing to work hard, I'm willing to follow my dream. I'm willing to beat the odds that are stacked against me

I'm Just A Young Black Man But I will never give up, ill never fall and not stand right back up
No matter how high you build your stairs ill keep climbing till I reach the top,
realize my destiny and be all that I can be I will beat the statistics and show the world
why nothing worth having is given to me easily and I will always be Just

A Young Black Man living in society

Osayame Evbuomwan — Copyright ©
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