Confidence

I saw a tote that read

Give me the confidence of a mediocre white man

But that’s aiming low

Instead,

Give me the confidence of Prime

So comfortable in his seat

Give me the confidence of Zwade

Who don’t play

So, pronounce his name correctly

the first time y’all meet

Give me the confidence of five eight CMG

Who commands space like he’s seven foot three

Give me the confidence of tan suit Barack

Who found being Barry

was not big enough to rock

Give me the confidence of Thurgood

The gall of Ravi, Anand, Mike and Keith

Running up numbers and kicking in teeth

(Metaphorically)

Give me the confidence of the real ones

Who stay true to themselves

In the face of the machine

Lord, give me the confidence

Of the men,

Unafraid,

unbowed,

unapologetic,

And free