When I feel you move inside of me,
teardrops dance in my eyes.
Then I think of all that you are,
and truly begin to cry.
You are the best thing I've done,
yet I weep for you my son.
Not for how you'll look,
but for what they'll try to do.
You will be brave and strong,
DO NOT LET THEM DEFEAT YOU!
They'll beat you, rob you, kill YOUR young sons.
They're afraid and silently envious,
of what you'll become.
I weep for everything that is you,
which is all that I am.
Son,
I weep for you..
because you're a black man.
Cjsmom
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skb74# says: WOW!!! |
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Cjsmom says: Thank you for feeling my piece! |
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mrmelody7 says: Nothin but the truth as the God Father broke it down back in the late violent 60s when The King was assasinated he said it loud say it loud Im Black and Im proud |
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Cjsmom says: Yes!!!!! |
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Poetiq1der says: Peace and God's Blessings to you and yours...A Fabulous articulation of the truth... |
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Cjsmom says: Poetiq1der thank you sweetheart. |
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