I am an African Man
I am a Man
Does it really matter?
You said I am a black man
Yet, when I look in the mirror, all I see is a Man
You even said I was half a man
And treated me worse than your domestic animal
You called me names that I didn’t even know existed
You lied to me, cheated me, frustrated life out of me, hurt me, dragged me in the mud, or behind your pick-up truck, diminished me, hung me and ultimately killed me
Still, when I look in the mirror
I can’t help what I see
For I still see a Man
You twisted my story, changed my name, used me, and disposed of me like mere toilet paper
You raped my mother, my sister, my daughter, my lover, my friend, and even me too for crying out loud
You robbed me of my dignity, my humanity, and my body
But you could never touch
My Soul
My Spirit
My Manhood
Because God, who created me, resides, and had always resided in me all along
And He made sure, that my Soul will never be touched…