Being Black Hurts Poem by William Ndoyisile Somenze

Being black hurts,
We try hard to travel in carts,
Whereas we live in shacks,
We compete amongst ourselves,
Experiencing deficits,
Just because we don't want others to be one step
ahead of us,
We abhor on each other's escalation,
We'd rather cheer on one of own's down fall,
Rather than stretching our hands to say 'I got
you',
We walk over each other,
keep each other deep down to the depth of their
abyss of crisis,
Rather than picking each other up we stomp over
each other's heads,
We are victims of loan sharks, our homes are
auctioned, occupying the city streets as our
places of residence, where are we really heading?
Being black hurts,
We live like a bullet from a gun,
Of which at the dawn of the sun,
Others lives end with the dusking sun,
Mothers has lost their dear sons,
In boxes built of walls & steel bars,
Their daughters have turned to street corner
entrepreneurs; putting little clothing on they skin
to reveal thighs to get these business men
conditioned.
Being black hurts,
Our fathers & youth sink their problems & talents
in these bubbling bottles,
Only to find them floating with each day they're
blessed with,
And they end up drowning in tears of the 'could
have been & should have been'
Being black hurts,
This is not some poignant recitation of my skin
pigmentation, but regret of our irresponsible
actions which get us nowhere but to reflect to the
era when our process to progress was deprived
from us.
Being black hurts,
We are driven to pursue larney living whereas our
lives are as cheap,
Marked by poverty, crime, quantitatively built
government huts,
Corrupt government, community leaders who built
our mothers graves they call RDP's,
Being black is sad,
We treat one man's children as if they're our
own, we respect our friends wives but fail to do so
to ours, the end result being dysfunctional
families,
Our hearts got too much hate than love to give.
Being black hurts