Don't you wake at night
After the day has thinned?
When hardly a soul is in sight
To witness you shed your skin

Cause when your friends are gone
And it's only you,
You can feel the thoughts in your head,
Hear them too:

They sleep on you, black boy.
They see not you, thug boy.
But they don't dream like you, real boy
Their jealous of you, big boy

So dream a world you can live in.
Be black like the night you fit in.
Man up, there is no sitting.
Dream, black boy, you're living.

Author's Note

And that's a wrap! I might do one last author's note chapter but this is the last poem! Dreaming Black has finally come to a close❤️. Thanks to everyone who has read, voted and supported me.