Save me from the pain-
those eye, those mind-
popping rings that pass
through telephones just before
early morning, me mourning
over a loved young.
Save me from the fear
already started in my
chest. No deeper shall I
feel it. No, not from those
hard knocks the sound of
deep colds, or the vision of
cocky cops through peepholes.
Save me from the money,
all things that call for
dreamy faces- things
reached for with lengthened
arms by those needing, fast-
moving tongues and open legs
by bodies, minds of greed.
Save me from the societal norm. And show me
a real African-American man.
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