I am young.
My humane essence is frequently absent so my moral conscience is unequally relevant.
My strength in will is a gift heaven sent, but rarely do I manifest as an instrument of benevolence.
I am angry.
Color is randomly a strike against me, but actions can always be a strike against me.
Once caught on the back end through a fence, me.
Staring back at a man that could send my soul damned, I reached from my waist as a casing made his jam.
A few years of decisions create mental canyons for care to be lost.
Propelling my feet away from a scene but I can never run from the flash of memory.
I am BLACK
Brilliant in effort and self sufficiency .
Lacking nothing but added brilliancy.
Always in renaissance, never illiteracy.
Capturing life through time and memories.
Kinetically driven creating a legacy.
I am a young man.
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