Wishes for Black Men
Buckeye butterflies we’re not giving their name
For Engraving hard work in their wings
They wanted to know
What it would be like to bloom
So they watched you, black man
Transferring pollen from your anther
To your stigma
Increasing in ever-flowing Fertile fountains
For the whole world to see you are strong
And capable of creating a nation of Sweet Williams
Who will stand firm in spite of every
Bee bugging to glean something
From your garden
The way you look against
The brightness of the Sun
You’re humbleness when you
Bow the presence of the wind mightier than you
For who are you to create the God that created you?
But that’s what they have done to you
‘N daily you refuse to take that to the head
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