Poem The Authentic Black Man

A Real, Authentic Black Man—An Indigenous Black Man…

By Brother Tracy Gibson


Your sandals are like the ones Jesus Christ wore…
Your hair is locked, or perfectly braided by your woman or your man…
Your hands are worn from the heat and toil of working in the fields…
Your brow is wet with the honest result of toil…
Your ancestors sprang from the Nile Valley as they overlooked the Root Dynasty, the Empire of Ancient Africa they had created…
You are now ALL OVER THE WORLD..
From Egypt to Chad to Gibbon to Atlanta to Kenya to Philadelphia…
You are there and have seen it all…
You are a Christ Child…a MASTER of men…
A man who owns time itself… But you don’t Lord over other men and women…
You are the Indigenous one—not the invader…
You are the essence of love And Respect for humanity…
Your rugged feet walked through Nazareth and Bethlehem
Your ancestor’s eyes were cast into the sky to create the SUN And the STARS…
You are an ancient African man and
As you walk through the City of New York, the perfect mix of
The Ancient and the Contemporary, few Europeans understand the dimensions of your existence among them…
Frankly, you are superior…
You have come from dirt and dust to once again rule the world…
You are a champion of fairness, justice and righteousness among men who plunder and hate….
You are an African Emperor in a pin striped suit
READY FOR THE WORLD…….AND Still,

You are NOT, allowed to be the hero and romantic lead because the mere vision of you shapes thought, time and response ….

But let’s be clear, if you are not a large part of the shaping of the New World, there will be NO NEW WORLD…

Brother Tracy Gibson