Black Like Me

I fling my arms wide

With a smile and a tear,

Then feel a belonging

That’s rare around here,

Your hand holds mine

But somehow I feel free,

I yearned for a friend

That is Black like me…

I feel my heart cry

Then my eyes shed a tear,

I again touch the skin

Of a friend, once here,

Your hand held mine

But now you are free,

I mourn for my friend

That was Black like me…

“Don’t cry young man

It’s hard, this is true,

He can no longer say it

But, he still loves you...”

I recite these words

Sometimes easily,

As I think of my dad

That was Black like me...