Mother gave birth to a…
Ruler of a future kingdom, the heir to her dreams and aspirations
Regal skin that matched the brightness of a Black Panther
With a body built to endure…all levels of pressure
For he would have to walk through Hell to reach Zion
Out the Womb, his birth certificate read Black Face
But his soul stemmed from his Ancestral tribe
Diagnosed to have a feeble mind
Doctors told Mom, he would only understand the dynamics of crime
The Young King was too small to be alive
Nurses recommended a chicken and watermelon diet for him to survive
As he got older, he was told his brain was having complications
It was too small to comprehend the knowledge taken in
Doctors prescribed IGNORANCE for medication
…that was the best remedy
To keep him out of trouble, his mother was advised to put him in sports
He excelled on the field, court, and track
But in the classroom is where he slacked
Coach said, “It doesn’t matter, you were born to play…plus you’re black”
When he got older, Mother told him to proceed with caution
She didn’t want him to become another Statistic in Society’s functions
Sports came to an end when he got injured, and somehow all his friends withered away
His new outlet was hanging with the strays
Pants sagging and speaking the engrained language of the black man…called slang
He figured he never had anyone to have his back; it was best to join a gang
His ID expired, it was time for renewal
The New Name read COON
A four-letter word, symbolic to the demise that was soon to come
A week later…he died
No news would be televised
He headlined a local paper, Title read…Just Another Statistic
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