Father’s Day

Father's Day, an original poem by writer Kem Smith.

Can you truly love a black man

through the blood, sweat, and tears.

While he suffers from ptsd living in this country

where a man is supposed to be free.

Unless he is a black man aka a commodity

to Be bought and sold on the block

like the rocks that he sells

and ends life jailed away

from the woman who prayed

this day would never come.

She promised not to get caught up with a thug.

Knew it would leave her alone.

A wife.

No husband.

A grandmother.

No grandfather.

When is enough the end?

The devil doesn’t have office hours.

He works around the clock seeking whom he can devour.

Most times it’s him.

The no name.

No face.

Black man in America.


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