IM nothing IM nothing IM nothing but a poor black boy with high hopes and high dreams

I look to you face to face as a mark of my identity

I have you right beside me and I won’t let you go

IM nothing IM nothing IM nothing but a poor black boy
If only I can be if only I could achieve and fly away with the courage of being me

I dream I dream I dream
I hope I hope I hope

To be nothing anymore

To show you that I care to show you that ill always be here

I said IM nothing
No good
IM nothing

But you sit right beside me and you won’t let me go

Let me go! Let me go!

I told you once before I was nothing anymore!

See I have the courage to stand up and speak out
But your telling me to sit downs and shut my mouth

Excuse me!
Where’s my freedom of speech
Let me get it out

Don’t you see I’ve been burned and I’ve been stabbed with a sharp rigged knife?

That went deep down inside the pain and the humiliation I need to let out my anger and frustration

Mamma says don’t let them see you shed a tear but maybe if you saw blood shot tears down my eyes you’d begin to understand the pain and humiliation

See my eyes would ball up and glisten, red glares would begin dripping, my heart would ache and shatter, break me as if I matter

My mind empty, drawn of blanks, misty flashbacks of bullets and puddles of blood down my face

Momma I can’t let you see me like this, you said don’t shed no tears, but my eyes are burning, I have to let my tears flow, cuz I’m hurting

Momma I can’t let them do this to me, I’m a poor Black boy with high hopes and high dreams

Despite the situation and tears of frustration, my monologue is through

This poor Black boy has grown up to be a man

So now I am something and it all became from me having nothing

I once was a poor Black boy, but my anger has drawn empty blanks

So I can speak now, now that I have the courage to speak out
Momma can see me proud

Luther Mitchell-Walker