Am Still That Black Poet
The young vociferous voice down the stream
When all that matters is that non-silent voice
His persistence makes the smile beam
Hearts jumping for a rejoice
He’s that radical fellow
Never gives up in the face of trouble
Always hoping for a better morrow
Strong like a royal rumble
Just like the voice of the street
Never going for a defeat
Standing strong in the midst of all
Am still that young black poet!
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