The Hopes of Young Black Men

                                       Poem by Miles Aron

          • I am the son of beauty
          • Not beauty born from physical
          • Attraction but beauty born
          • Of the struggles of my people it
          • Is the struggle of a mother bearing and caring
          • For her children alone it is the struggle of the young
          • Black man who cries out for help but instead is answered
          • With a bullet it is the struggle of the want for what others take for granted
          • the things that others do not care about
          • it is the struggle of the ancient slave
          • and his children’s offspring
          • it was the struggle of the sharecropper trying to vote
          • it was the struggle of every man woman and child killed for the simple fact that
          • the pigment of their skin was darker than that of the people they slaved under
          • it was the struggle of a pastor from Georgia
          • it was the struggle of a young boy from Missouri
          • now it is my struggle it is the struggle of my brothers the struggle of my sisters and it will be the struggle of my sons and daughters and the generations that will follow them and it will be as it always has been our struggle for we are a people who will struggle we will fall down and we will not spring back to our feet all of the time but when we fall we will get back up and continue our journey

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