Negro in a Cage
I am nobody, nothing,
Just a Negro in a cage,
Cursed by the spell of despair.
It is like a deadly cancer
Tearing into the root, the essence
of all that I am and ever will be,
A feeling of dread that never ceases,
A void of darkness that never ends.
My spirit is scattered into the wind,
Blown into oblivion
Upon the concrete shores of this creation of steel and stone—
Imprisoning that multitude of possessed bodies,
We are but black men,
Captors of each other,
Chained together by notions of racial inferiority,
Beleaguered souls consumed in a furnace of self-hatred.
And all that is left among the ashes
Are the haunting voices of anger and regret
Hung up on the ifs, ands, or buts
Of what a life without bondage
Could have and should have been.