Let Me Be

by Krystopher Frazier

 

Let me be who I want to be

Not what the world see me as another black disgrace you see on TV

I am a young black man trying to make it

I will never fake it

My anticipations are the colors of Barack Obamas shoe laces

Steady chasing beautiful faces the color of the sun

I’m not a killer or a drug dealer or the owner of an ak-47 machine gun

I don’t even have license for a rifle

Being let down by some of my idols

The stereotypes of a young black man to sell drugs is so not right though

Just cause my skin don’t look like you

And my body does not look like you

Don’t mean I’m not as good as you

I am a character believing I am receiving true knowledge

When others just take one look at me and predict I am a heathen

They don’t even know me

Want me dead just because I am black and breathing

I know my rights

I am going to fight until I see some type of light

Till the sun gets sleepy and decides to wake up the moon for night

I am too easy to get hype

That’s because I turn up too fast

And no one can stop me from living life

That’s the mentality I have had since I was old enough to play 2k or ride a bike

Or put my work in my schoolbag

And get an education

Or be lazy and drag my dreams behind me

But maybe just maybe I can pick my dreams up

And run and run until I reach Africa, India or Japan

Whichever one comes last

That’s my clasp of hope joy and peace

But first I need someone to just let me be me.