I heard a prayer of an empty black soul yesterday;
“Maybe it’s not your fault and maybe it’s not the fault
Of my previous generations
But my lack of certain and sometimes
Important resources has made me
A slave to those who sometimes have
What I truly need.
Lack of resources has made me
A greedy and angry soul.
I try too hard to tell myself
That tomorrow will be better
But I always break-down inside
When I come into contact with tomorrow
And it is worse than yesterday.
Call me fussy but I always need the
Answers on time but
I never get them_atleast not on time.
I do not want to be an angry young
Black soul but it always reaches that point
When I see other angry, greedy young black souls.
I ask myself all the time; will tomorrow ever
What if I die in this condition, will I ever find peace,
Maybe I do not owe it to you,
But I know I owe it to those who have
Helped nurse the infant I was to what I am now.
If I don’t get to be what I would like to be
May you please at least grant my future
Young black beings that wish of being
What they want to be”.
He was praying, and I know you heard him
Please grant him, his wishes and let him
Hold on to faith and never stop believing.