Early Thoughts

An African-American man awoke one cold winter morn,
His mind slowly erasing the dark fog of sleep outworn.
A sudden bit of clarity came to his mind,
He was instantly depressed, his mind in a bind...
What has he not done in the 50 years of his life not yet torn?

He has matured into a man from a source of racial strife.
His existence has been a series of attempts at a better life.
He has fought back the anger of his southern oppression,
He has come to terms with the need for constructive repression...
And he has come to terms with the need to not be a lowlife.

He can't continue to live in anger over the racism of the past.
He can't continue to walk through his life as a social outcast.
He's never really hated white people...
He's never wished any harm to those hostile!
The time is now for him to man up and remove the mental past.

He turned in his bed and looked at his clock.
Thirty more minutes until time to get up and be the rock.
Today would be a good day,
Lots of fun life and easy play.
To make sure this happened... leave his computer in its dock!


RLJ