Juanita Martin introduced this powerful new poem which I'd like to share with you now...
Black Man: More than a Color
You see a black man,
What conjures up your fear?
Is he the boogeyman of your nightmares?
He’s more than a color society has learned to hate
He’s a soul, a father, a brother, a sentient being
that bleeds red. Cut him open: he looks the same inside
as you and I. When he looks in the mirror,
he sees a man, not a color, not dark, not light
He dreams, he works, he contributes to these United States
Even if he’s bad or simply ignorant,
Don’t let him die like a dog in a cage
His life does matter. He can be redeemed.
On the news, a black man is snuffed out daily,
disposed of as a piece of trash
It seems we’re still living in the slavery days
where too many black men and boys
Are being slain by a racist hand
It doesn’t matter if they’re poor, in the jails or on the streets
Black men are like the ocelot, destined to be extinct
Where white cops shoot first and justify it later
Where a black man goes down, never to rise again