I ain’t never seen a black person,
seen far too many black hearts,
to count them.
I see so many colors,
darker and lighter skin,
--what’s ‘neath them?

I am a poet who is come with truth.
Never understood why we hate the youth.

Don’t you know every action done in vain,
is bound up in layers containing pain.

Look in the eye, into the soul,
What will you see when you be’come full?

I see a black pupil,
grown small in the Light –
so listen.
I bring you wisdom,
to counter all your lies –
so drop them.

Not a hater – go spread peace,
what color will you be when you’re deceased?
--Find the metal which will never rust—
every skin-man returns to dust.

This is a body,
it is a weighty cross,
so lift it.
You are not this body,
who finds it is above –
be finding.