A painting and poem I gifted to my son on his thirteenth birthday
If only life were a fairytale
Then we could escape this cruel twisted world
A break from a life where we constantly have to blend in with society in hopes of not becoming a target
Trying not to think about the fact that you’re already a target.
The moment you took your first breath someone was being taught they were superior than you, someone was taught to fear you, and yes someone was taught that your life was so worthless that they can take it and get away with it.
This is a reality that you my dear boy will have to come to terms with at an early age.
These words and life lessons will be your guide.
Bittersweet poetry filled with strength and triumph.
Like Langston Hughes Mother to Son,
You my son must learn what I learned many years ago.
Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair and life for you just won’t be fair,
But as the blood of our ancestors flow through your veins and the purest aura.
You walk with the strength of a thousand men.
Battling those tacky stairs in the form of privileged individuals with ease.
Making everyone you come in contact with see what I have seen since the moment of your birth.
A STRONG BLACK NEGUS.
