The forgotten black child
By. Darius E. Maclin
The forgotten black child, lost and alone.
Forgotten by all those he loved and left home.
Born into a world of both corruption and sin,
a misfit in the world mistreated;
because of his skin.
The forgotten black child is raised surrounded by pain,
hoodlum drug dealer, alcoholic,
a derogatory name.
He doesn't rise above his present station in life,
the words of society;
yet compelled by all this strife.
The forgotten black child born into a world of hurt,
he was told that he could make it;
but was still treated like dirt.
With his eyes set on goals which are really impossible dreams,
seeking a better tomorrow to wash away his silent screams.
The forgotten black child made to stay poor,
roach motel housing, and sleeping on a cold floor.
Robbing and stealing just seeking some relief,
baby needs pampers, clothing, and sneakers on his feet.
The forgotten black child his world is destitute,
reflecting on days when his mamma was a prostitute.
Seek anger control, man you must be a joke.
I'd rather pick up an uzi, then go out and sell some coke.
The forgotten black child once mother's pride and joy,
serving hard time; he's no longer a little boy.
Now he's a man taken away from the wild,
doesn't anyone remember;
the forgotten black child.
