Dear mother, how lovely and beautiful you are.
Being there for me in darkness to remind me how much of a star, you are.
Uplifting me in encouragement and sound advice…
You are my life.
And, although it may appear or seem I am lost — I am not.
I am just surfing and gliding.
I am not running or hiding.
I am simply growing, in societal priding.
I am a man.
I am your son.
I am where I stand,
My battle is half won.
I own my mind, you know only half my struggles…
Conquering my self, and all of my troubles.
I am black, no I am brown.
I am under attack, please do not frown.
I will understand in clarity, my struggles that I face.
I will love myself, and will grow in clarity.
I am walking this journey and clearly,
I have understood my disparity.
I am a bit of a boy, no, I am a man.
Learning to run, as I learned to crawl and walk where I stand…