Dillon Crawford

Rookie (Canada)

The Black Man - Poem by Dillon Crawford

Ive seen so many thing about racism on the T.V and in the newspaper, I thought I would write about it. This is the poem that flowed so freely from my hands

I walk down the street
There is no one I can meet
For I am not wanted
Like a cat in your flowers
A mosquito on you
People wish I wasn’t here
And yet I will never leave
I am, the black man.

I respect all
Even those who hate me
I wouldn’t hurt a person
And yet they want to hurt me
I stand out in a crowd
No one wants to walk beside me
I am, the black man

I can’t sit at the front of the bus
I must walk by
But every time I do
I get kicked by many shoes
So I decided to stop
Stand up for me
Live for my people.
For I am, the black man.

I refuse to listen to them
I get attack relentlessly
I still don’t listen
I shall never give up
Never fall in
For I am, the black man

I get taken away
But my spirit and soul stay
They will continue to fight
Continue to disobey
I won’t stop until we are free
To live life fully
For I am, the black man

Comments about The Black Man by Dillon Crawford

  • (5/31/2008 12:52:00 AM)

    Kandis, I agree with you here even though we are supposed to be living in a perfect world all you have to do is look. The KKK would be a great example of this. (Report) Reply

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  • (5/30/2008 6:46:00 PM)

    is freedom tangible without knowing what freedom is not? without you, where is democracy? where is america now? you are the sacrificial lamb... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 30, 2008

Poem Edited: Friday, May 30, 2008

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