Just Another Black Man

Preacher man says I’m made in God’s image

Crafted by His very hand

He says all people have value

And God loves every man

I’m told He can use any one

For my life He has a plan

I can never stray too far

Always within reach of His hands

This makes me wonder

If all this is true

Why does it seem so different

When applied to me as opposed to you?

See you call me worthy

Chosen, part of the elect

Till I step into your pulpit

I’m just another black man

You call me forgiven

Redeemed, set free

Till you see my mug shot

I’m just another black man

You call me brother

You call me friend

Till we leave the altar

I’m just another black man

You say I have purpose

A future and destiny

Till you see my outfit

I’m just another black man

You call me capable

Intelligent and learned

Till you hear my music

I’m just another black man

You call me neighbor

You call me son

Till I meet your daughter

I’m just another black man

You say all are welcome

While you close the door to my culture

I’m told I belong

But only if I assimilate

You boast diversity

Your love for all culture

But when I enter your board rooms

I never look in the mirror

You claim compassion

A heart for the broken

But when I weep for my people

You judge my motivation

Now I promise, I don’t mean to offend

It’s just that when I look around

Truth be told, I see no need to pretend

Though lofty speeches flow

And good intentions never end

There’s no room in your kingdom

For

Just another black man