A POOR BLACK BOY

in those days when boys were men
girls were women
life was nasty and nutty
life was full of hope and hopeless
the sun refused to shine and the rain
 had refuses to rain
what kind of life is this ?
i do not know
oh little poor black boy.

IN those days when civilization was kicked
in his face i will step out onto
thy wild road and head toward a bright
and promiseing future.
my life is sweet and sorrowfull,
and i will say young as i am,i am full
of energy and talent i have a lot of dreams
and i will make them come true.
i should be the father of a child but
the sun await for no body neither dose the moon,
yesterday i was baby and today i'm a boy
tomorrow i will become a man.

Oh what a word of predicament,
little poor black boy,whose talent is unique
seen by men but abuse by money.
should i preserve my talent till thy sun
desend on my head?
if i wish i had a golden spoon,maybe a
silver one to eat with but i was lelt with
not even a plastic spoon.
am just a poor black boy who always
eat dreams and swallows visions of life.