I wrote this poem for one of my grandsons. His father came from a “drug” family and he followed in line despite my admonitions against it. Like many young black men, drug use got him arrested and into health problems. He is my daughter’s oldest son, so she asked me to write a poem to let him know we all care about him.
Jessie said “you are somebody”.
Martin gave us hope
Why are you dealing with a man
Who can only sell you dope?
You have all the pride you’ll ever need
To propel you to the stars
Just look around you to remind yourself
Who you truly are
Pride is something you have within yourself
It’s even there when you feel ashamed
When you get back up after life knocks you down
It’s pride that get’s you up again
When you find yourself in last place
Don’t fret because its not for long
Let your pride become a powerful storm
And the force will bring you back home
Copyright Ronald Salter