The Little Brown Boy

Nickin Alexander

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Savage Vascularity

Definite muscle depth

Manhood takes form in time

and the little boy suffers death

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With every passing year

and every day of staring

this mirror taunts me back

a finger pointing, laughing, daring

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I know where that little boy is

He fell a while ago

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And each year that passes

I see him further and further

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Young and afraid in every instance,

Always kicked, to the ground

Always trying to accept, 

what never could be found

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I feel his fear every day

in a life scarred with pressure

To look and feel

Like a man for their pleasure

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The thick black hairs

on the brownest skin

Stripped from its home

burying Warrior within

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Denied of my place

as a human more than else

Replaced with an idea

of a beauty not myself

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They wanted me for them

Standing testament to their trend

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Forgetting the history of my men

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Everything more and noble

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And so I was stuck

in a world I did not know

A world that had me at odds

The brown that sat with snow

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And as all the time passed

I felt nothing but the fear

 A fear of losing my place

In a supposed destined world

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In a rage of grief and fury

I tried to break the mould

that had been hammered down before me

And changed the warmth to cold

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As the last daze was lifted

and I saw the cliché light

I knew the time was now

for that little boy to fight

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And so the hair returned

And The Warrior was exhumed

Broad-shouldered he was not

But instead, Strong and without worry

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Fierce in my campaign

and ready to makes sure

that other brown boys

grow up Just and Heart pure

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And everyday I struggle

to find a source of power

Diminish façade of recklessness

and build this fearsome tower

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I will not forget that day

when that boy became alone

When I thought I killed him slowly

But instead hurt him, with cold stone

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Because now I must save him

to make sure he’s ok

That Little Brown Boy in me

The one that’s here to stay