He looks in the mirror every morning,
his true self, staring back at him.
He says the words ‘be a better man’.
Be a better man, a better black man, a better son,
a better friend, a better partner. Be a better man!
Strong words showing a battle between good and evil.
The Ying and yang to his Gemini existence.
The constant need to get it right though is not strong enough to slaughter the urge to fight back.
To push back, to rebel even against the ones you say you love.
Everyone is one push away from becoming a nemesis.
Tip-toeing on the shattered glass as to not upset your equilibrium.
The balance is absent, scales tipping over.
The mental dilemma of this black man trying to be that better man.
And so, the battle is On.
Trying to kill the past, but it’s hard to die.
Trying to strangle disappointments but somewhere it finds air.
And it keeps existing, it keeps manifesting, it keeps fucking up the balance, it keeps him hostage in his own head, his own prison, his own misery.
BE a better man he says
BE a Better man.
The battle would end one day and the warrior within would succumb with might and strength to say
“I AM A BETTER MAN”
RIP NELSON MANDELA….GREAT MAN THAT EVERY MAN SHOULD STRIVE TO BECOME