Pandemic infused Poetry: Dear Black man

Dear Black Man.

You of the legions

dodging pejoratives –
aspiring to
vibrate higher

deftly maneuvering through
the wasteland of
lies and suppositions –
pushing back against

conscriptions to fit the description
endeavoring for
boundaries –
those inclinations of grace.

Clouds part as the Ancients shout –

leaving generational curses

to be eviscerated

in the storms

of their righteousness.


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About Shun P. Writes

Author, Amateur Genealogist, Writer, Poet, possessor of 2 cents, blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that: "People need to get off of their rump and do something". All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way.