Read between lines

I was told

If I ever wanted to be the man

I would have to stack white as tall as ten masters

Opposite of young thug

I was created as a man

I refuse to toot it and boot it backwards

Like the scare crow and the tin man

I seek answers

Spent ten years in a hibernating stage

Heavy thoughts of the right way out of the struggle

Bled onto the page

Counterfeit artists and Uncle Tom activists

Misled a colorful people to blossom within the gray

Where no one looks for love, guidance, or wisdom

Secretly formed alliances

Between politicians, war lords, and criminal organizations

But I am just an ordinary man

Who listens to the wind

Talks to the earth

And read between lines that are purposely blurred