Guest Poetry

BLACK BROTHER’S PRAYER

I MADE IT THRU ANOTHER DAY, LORD.
THIS BLACK BROTHER WASN’T BLOWN AWAY, LORD.
I WASN’T STOPPED BY A CRUEL COP, LORD.
I WASN’T PUNCHED, PEPPPER-SPRAYED, OR POPPED, LORD.
I WASN’T BRUTALLY BLUDGEONED WITH BATONS, LORD,
OR BLOWN AWAY, BY BULLETS FROM THEIR GUNS, LORD.
A COP DIDN’T CLAIM HE WAS KEEPING ME IN CHECK, LORD,
BY KNEELING WITH HIS KNEE ON MY NECK, LORD.
I MADE IT BACK HOME, FROM MY 9 TO 5, LORD.
I AM THANKFUL THAT I’M STILL ALIVE, LORD.
BUT, TOMORROW IS ANOTHER DAY, LORD,
PROTECT ME, PLEASE, I PRAY, LORD.

Nubian-02.01.2023