Little Black Boy
This is for the little black boy, who could barely walk
but had already been stripped of his youthful joy.
he was never allowed to spread his wings and fly,
for his masculinity has been turned into a prison,
in which he will die.
his anger and rage were cultivated and groomed,
until it became too much, and he was consumed.
abuse and control were his main weapons, the girls
around him his subjects. Because to him,
they were no longer people but now objects.
stripped of his humanity and reduced to what's
between his legs, he's now a man, but emotionally
he wouldn't dare cry out for help, for he would be
called weak. He wallows in his hypermasculine prison,
his life bleak.