Memoirs of A Young Black Man

Soon i’ll be gone…

And all you will have to hold on to are the memories that were yet to be formed,

For I have come to be and lived to belong,

And all I can recall are the things I wished redone,

I had my time to shine,

Yet all my past brought to my fore were memories at a great incline,

There are times I crossed the line,

Times my urge to control took over and I was acting in the blind,

But now I am here,

Living in the present with every burst of boldness and absence of fear,

And the obstacles that have been laid before me, I’m aware,

And the wounds I shall sustain will be none to compare.

Soon’ i’ll be gone…

And all you will have to live up to are the days of my return,

For the time will come when I will live by what I learn,

And every good work of my hand will reap benefits, benefits I will earn,

I had my time to live,

But right now it feels like life has more to give,

For in a world that is constantly breaking, I find my hopes being shoved beneath,

One step at a time, my path is being created, all I have to do is breathe,

But now I proclaim, 

That whatever my future holds is anything but the same,

For I cherish all that I’ve faced from birth, no matter how small and mundane,

Towards the better, I will push, and my power, I will regain.

Beautiful glass heart, flawed by its transparency and fragility,

That’s what laid in her chest cavity, 

Softly thumping against the walls that encompassed it,

Rhythmic, almost sounding like a lullaby,

Beauty from within.

On the outside, a face radiating God’s grace,

Her heart never be agonized,

Lest a downpour of angel tears manifest into storms,

Aa child borne of love,

Heaven’s lost jewel on earthly plains.

Steal her innocence the world tries to,

Blemish her beauty the world tries to,

She would remain resilient, she would be stteadfast,

She would be like the river,

She would overcome the obstacles in her path.

They told me stories, stories about the girl,
They said her voice was so beautiful,
So beautiful, the gods would have her sing them into a slumber,
Majestic, the way the birds would sing with her,
So many tales, I wondered if they were facts or fables,
Fascinated by what I had heard, I set out to seek this girl of many tales.

Found her, the girl of such august reputation,
Beauty in the form of eyes that do not rust and lips as sumptuous as apples in the colour of crimson,
To her many admirers she stood as grand like a pyramid,
Her wonderful features as countless as the grains of sand,
She smiled so flawlessly, so flawlessly it must have been rehearsed,
I noticed no scars , is not every man scarred?

Intrigued, I desired to know what was beyond the veil,
The souvenirs from her past, the things that made her smile, that left her frail,
A sense of attraction towards her crept up on me, and it doesn’t feel right yet,
My heart has decided to get it’s feet wet,
Diving in too soon,
I pray it doesn’t end with gloom