POEM

two feet on the ground, two hands

16, 16, 32 teeth, one brain, two names,

first and last ,

the same in a sense

take a glimpse

finally at a point we clash

I'm a product of society

you are a product of minority

you are a women , and me a man

two strikes to one

more like a feather to a tone

the pain incomparable.

male history, unaccountable for

no blame put to one race,

no finger's pointed

men screamed into the deaf ears of the public,

But no one heard the echo nor the mellow voice's

I'm in tune to my surrounding, and I acknowledge a struggle

worth the ink, black people, both men and women, behold thee

without an ending...........

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