• while you were

    toiling in the fields

    building tracks

    and the buildings

    that grace this America land


    you had to put your emotions

    on the side

    and man up


    your sensitivity

    towards me

    was wrapped in total survival of self

    so that

    you could return to me


    you endured stripe upon stripe

    to keep you in line


    as time moved on, the egotistical pressures of life


    laced with watching me move

    from the big house to the corporate board room


    but sweetheart …

    my dear sweet heart of the black man you are


    many of you are still in survival mode

    the whip of manhood in all its many forms

    continue to beat you down


    but we is free to some degree


    so today

    i need both the man up and the man down


    the man up …

    so that you are responsible for your own meals

    because the Word says

    those who don’t work, don’t eat


    i also need

    the man down …

    so that you will let me in …





    so that

    we, my sweet


    experience true freedom

    as one flesh

    connected by the fluidness

    of all of our emotions


    i do not need or want you



    i need you and want all of you with all of your emotions


    my dear sweet black man


    they are

    safe with me.


    Written by Angela Riddick. All material posted by Poetic Mustard Seeds is protected by copyright.


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