Black man, you are on your own

It might seem safe to say I see.. while looking at you with my eyes shut.
It might be safe to say I hear you.. while my hands cover my ears
I might fool you into thinking I acknowledge you..............that its safe to come out.
But its not..

I was there when you were born, cut the umbilical cord and taught you all that you needed to know, removed from you instinct and now.. now when you need me the most I look upon you and all I can do is weep... Black man, you are on your own and freedom, freedom was the lullaby i sang for you to get you to sleep.. to feel safe and to feel like you belonged in my arms...
Black man... you are on your own

I WANT

I want to paint you the colours of my rainbow...
I want to nurture you as if you were a new born child
I want to bask in the nakedness of your soul
I want to love you... as much as i love myself
I want to live in your thoughts and sore in your dreams....
I want to be your freedom in captivity And in your sadness...
I want to be your smile
There are many things that I want to do...
and all of them require you...