CRY MAN
Why would your eyes be dry?Your soul has been an aquifer for the ugly the world flushes
Your soul, from the shed blood of your elders has absorbed the worst the world has dished out and you stand
Shot you while unarmed, and say you are superhuman almost animal like is not a bad movie
The Blues you live is real
They strangle you because you look dangerous as you sell untaxed cigarettes, as THEY finance weed shops in hoods like they sell 40oz’s and either it is a mystery or a conspiracy that guns filter into the hands of boyz in the hood
Cry my brother, as I know you do behind closed doors
THEY Cry - Yuppie-vile as THEY protest an elephant going to another zoo
THEY Cry as Yuppie-vile wants more police protection for the electric cars parked on their white picket fenced hoods
Yeah they want protection from youthful white teens blowing off steam and the poor whites that live amongst them that steal their Amazon package that was delivered to their doors, and THEY want Black boys profiled as thugs to keep them away their daughters
My brother I know you vomit from being force-fed so much disrespect
I know you’re sick as you worry will your sons make it home
Cry as we – well, some of us are trying to live together, and many white parents and white grandparents now have blended families, and they have the same worry you do that related Black men will be profiled and held down…and killed
Cry when you wake and smell the coffee of a new day, knowing at any point of the day you will witness a racial injustice through the national news or right in your face a backhanded slap
But you act so beautiful in the face of another isolated incident
Being effervescent in the face of a long history
Because you have survived
No genocide has taken your soul
Yet my soul brother, go ahead and cry
Let those tears rain like the rains of God that lifted Noah’s ark to float to a new beginning
You see, those tears, they fertilize never giving up, and trying in every way to live with the blues
Cry man - my soul brother as you be - your own promise when you see the rainbow of brown hues of your people still standing erect in a pool of tears
You'll never cry alone
©A.L.A.H - Alvin L.A. Horn
Are you reading my novels
Brush Strokes
Perfect Circle
One Safe Place
Also featured in the book, Pillow Talk, The Heat of the Night
And coming, Father's Day 2015, the book, The Soul of a Man II, as I'll be featured along with some of our greatest writers of our time
www.alvinhorn.com
— with Ramona Robinson and 49 others.
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