the blackman. poem3

i am the black man the 1st man,
my reparations are centuries past due
i need to be reimbursed man.
the man wondering why when i
walk by that lady clutches her purse man,
they robbed us 1st man.
The black man, inventor of the
majority yet considered a minority
man. we are survivors yet collective victims
of an ongoing worldwide assassination attempt,
my courage is slave nigga tested I claim fear
exempt. Cant walk like the black man, talk like the
black man. You want to imitate that man, humiliate
that man, kidnap an entire culture onto previously
stolen land, WE STILL STAND! THE BLACK MAN.
Words from his mamas mouth to Gods ears got angels
 in unseen places, floatin' around protecting her son on a
daily basis man. The black man, I'm the late, great, best.
I'm the future, present, past, if you say the wrong words or
get out of line I might whup your natural ass man.
I can't be dominated, stopped, dropped or popped. If popped
 it's usually my own man. Stop black man dont kill your own
man. Side by side with the black woman stand. unity in
our community could make our futures most grand. Im that black
man and here I stand on land manufactured through the work of my
ancestors hands.