Son,
Dark looks black
But black ain't dark
Dark is violent,
To mindless hate firmly strewn.
Fizzing wildly
Steering a mind sinister
To skim off the dews of love
From the lush hoards of your saintly spirit
But Son,
Black mirrors me
A generation soulful and strong
Black mirrors your mama,
A Calla lily blooming beneath the stunting shadows
& Son,
Black shall mirror you
A future so near
A people forever free.
Jun 28, 2020
Jun 28, 2020 at 10:49 AM UTC
Son,
Dark looks black
But black ain't dark
Dark is violent,
To mindless hate firmly strewn.
Fizzing wildly
Steering a mind sinister
To skim off the dews of love
From the lush hoards of your saintly spirit
But Son,
Black mirrors me
A generation soulful and strong
Black mirrors your mama,
A Calla lily blooming beneath the stunting shadows
& Son,
Black shall mirror you
A future so near
A people forever free.
I wrote this poem having been deeply stirred by the unfolding of an inclusive BLM worldwide.
The promise shall one day come true.
Love and the will to live conquers all.
